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“Over many a race the sun's bright net was spread And loosed their pearls nor left them even a thread. This dire world delights us, though all sup— All whom she mothers—from one mortal cup. Choose from two ills: which rather in the main Suits you? —to perish or to live in pain?” — Abu Al-Alaa Al-Maarri
Over many a race the sun's bright net was spread
And loosed their pearls nor left them even a thread.
This dire world delights us, though all sup—
All whom she mothers—from one mortal cup.
Choose from two ills: which rather in the main
Suits you? —to perish or to live in pain?