Shelomo Ibn Gabriol
Awake.
Your youth is passing like smoke.
In the morning you are vital
a lily swaying
but before the evening is over,
you will be nothing but dead grass.
Why struggle over who in your family
may have come from Abraham?
It’s a waste of breath.
Whether you feed on herbs
or Bashan rams
you, wretched man,
are already on your way into the earth.
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