Quatrain

Just life and death make up our worldly state
So lose no sleep about it, early or late
Whatever firm assurances are given,
It is mere foolishness to trust a fate.
Building a house, he's wise as well as brave
Who when he does so also plans his grave
The carpenter who knows both wakes and bridals
Bits of a coffin for a crib will save.
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Ilyas Farhat
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