Don't, my son, look back,
or bother with right and left;
and don't say, "Tomorrow I'll die
so why should I walk around bereft?"

Remember the day to come
when your flesh will be eaten and gone,
when over your head the plows will plow
as farmers make their furrows long.

You sinned well enough in your youth.
Don't drag its legacy on.
--Solomon Ibn Gabirol, tr Cole

They asked me as though they were mystified:
Is it true your friend's hands are like clouds?
And I told them: They were tied for being too open,
and for goodness of heart of hunger he died.
--Solomon Ibn Gabirol, tr Peter Cole