Dear Heart, the reality of the world is fleeting and illusive
And you won’t benefit by complaining about this long and taxing ride.
Instead, allow your body to sail freely with the flow, and dodge trouble.
The direction of your destiny cannot be reversed and there is no point of return.
Archieven
Pazargadi, A.
There has been a sign of inevitables on the tablet,
and the pen is worn out with an account of good and bad.
On the eternal day what was intended, was granted;
Thus, our grief and efforts are in vain.
Graves, R.
What we shall be is written, and we are so.
Heedless of Good or Evil, pen, write on!
By the first day all futures were decided;
Which gives our griefs and pains irrelevancy.
Kerney, M.
Since life has, love! no true reality,
Why let its coil of cares a trouble be?
Yield thee to Fate, whatever of pain it bring :
The Pen will never unwrite its writ for thee!
Cowell, E.B.
Oh my heart, since life’s reality is illusion,
Why vex thyself with its sorrows and cares?
Commit thee to fate, contented with the hour,
For the pen, once passed, returns not back for thee!
Johnson, E.A.
Oh, heart of mine that knoweth all a dream,
Why grieve for ills that are not what they seem?
Bend to the blast and trust thy soul to fate:
What pen has writ may no man’s prayer redeem.
Payne, J.
O heart, since the world of a truth is illusion in vain,
Why, then, for its sake this longsome chagrin entertain?
Submit thee to Fate and suffer without complain,
For the Pen for thy sake on its Writ will not go back again.
Avery, P., Heath-Stubbs, J.
The characters of all creatures are on the Tablet,
The Pen always worn with writing ‘Good’, ‘Bad’:
Our grieving and striving are in vain,
Before time began all that was necessary was given.
Arberry, A.J.
Nothing becomes different from what the Pen has once written,
and only a broken heart results from nursing grief;
though all your life through you swallow tears of blood
not one drop will be added to the existing score.
Whinfield, E.H.
‘Twas writ at first, whatever was to be,
By pen, unheeding bliss or misery.
Yea, writ upon the tablet once for all.
To murmur or resist is vanity.