Classic Poem

The Moth

I've suffered bitterness from tyrant fate
And cares that in an endless line proceed
The longer we go on the more disasters
It is all ups and downs, this life we lead.

How often have I found both joy and sorrow,
Encountered love and hate. In evening skies
How fortunate must be the moth that flutters
Just for a little while, and then it dies!EnglishAhmad al-Safi Al-Najafi