Nothing is necessary; everything matters.
Human is to know that the world within
will be richer than the world without.
Seeking the peace of the piece is work;
vainglory seeks its reputation.
Oh, beloved! May our future
be as that staff which slips the grasp
of the willing mage and falls to the floor
a serpent on the rug: such your magic!
How long we’ve chased the joy of our friends;
now is to make the friends of our joy.
I know that nothing is everlasting
(even our praises shall be swallowed)
but must we fear the end of days?
A dragon’s lot is to lie in its den
and nurture the hoard (as we our promises).