Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
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At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.
At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I read more
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains read more
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is read more
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is read more
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.
Mors sceptra ligonibus aequat.
(Death levels sceptre and the law.)
Mors sceptra ligonibus aequat.
(Death levels sceptre and the law.)
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with read more
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
