We laughed and the laughter was foolish,
It seems to me;
Far better that we should be crying
And bitterly:
Behold! We are broken by Time,
We are failing, we fade–
But think of the poor, broken glass
Whereof glasses are made.
It seems to me;
Far better that we should be crying
And bitterly:
Behold! We are broken by Time,
We are failing, we fade–
But think of the poor, broken glass
Whereof glasses are made.
—Abu’l Ala al-Maarri, Poems, 87.