O friend, for the morrow let us not worry This moment we have now, let us not hurry When our time comes, we shall not tarry With seven thousand-year-… - Omar Khayyám

O friend, for the morrow let us not worry
This moment we have now, let us not hurry
When our time comes, we shall not tarry
With seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry

Admettons que tu aies résolu l'énigme de la création.
Quel est ton destin?

Admettons que tu aies pu dépouiller de toutes ses robes la Vérité.
Quel est ton destin?

Admettons que tu aies vécu cent ans, heureux, et que tu vives cent ans encore.
Quel est ton destin?

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!

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