Author of quotes: Abu al-Hasan Kisai

Trehsotmetrovoy to an end. Happened days cycle.
Environment. Four more days, and there Shawwal{*} - and a year passed.
Why came I into this world? What to do and what to say?
I came, a song of love to sing, come to enjoy the life med.
And became a slave to my children and a prisoner of his family,
And the life I have lived as a camel, worked like a pack of cattle.
What? My wealth I counted on the fingers can
As disasters begin to consider - to the grave did not end the bill.
Than I will finish a long way? Its source lies were, -
According to bustle, he ran in the bustle of end of find.
For the money I bought greed, and greed brought me evil
I - many sorrows target, I only trouble the sky sends.
Oh, I pity my youth, and sad faces
And I feel sorry for the old beauty and past life without worries.
Where serenity young age, courage fiery soul?
Where the intoxication of passions, dreams, unrestrained flight?
My hair is white as milk, a heart as pitch black.
In the face of Indigo blue, and the weakness of my knees bends.
From the fear of death day and night shaking like a yellowed leaf,
As nasalise boy, when his father's lashes, waiting.
We passed and passed, and became a parable for children
Forgotten all who lived before us and will forget us in your turn.
About Kisai! Your polivec puts a paw on you,
Like a hawk, he doesn cogtech your wing to shreds tears.
And if hope is gone and love of wealth you
So its time to condemn and no hope to go forward.