Author
Labīd
560 — 661 · writer
3 quotes
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I stood asking news of the ruins concerning their lovely habitants; but what avail my questions to dreary rocks, who answer them only by their echo?
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Dear ruins! Many a year has been closed, many a month, holy and unhallowed, has elapsed, since I exchanged tender vows with their fair inhabitants!
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Yea, everything is vain, except only God alone, and every pleasant thing must one day vanish away! And all the race of men—there shall surely come among them a Fearful Woe, whereby their fingers shall grow pale: And every mother's son, though his life be lengthened out to the utmost bound, comes home at last to the Grave: And every man shall know one day his labour's worth, when his loss or gain is cast up on the Judgment Day.