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Days go past and days come still,
All is old and all is new,
What is well and what is ill,
You imagine and construe:
Do not hope and do not fear,
Waves that leap like waves must fall;
Should they praise or should they jeer,
Look but coldly on it all.
Things you'll meet of many a kind,
Sights and sounds, and tales no end,
But to keep them all in mind
Who would bother to attend?..
Very little does it matter,
If you can yourself fulfil,
That with idle, empty chatter
Days go past and days come still.
Little heed the lofty ranging
That cold logic does display
To explain the endless changing
Of this pagentry of joy,
And which out of death is growing
But to last an hour or two:
For the mind profoundly knowing
All is old and all is new.
As before some troupe of actors
You before the world remain;
Act they Gods, or malefactors,
'Tis but they dressed up again.
And their loving and their slaying,
Sit apart and watch until
You will see behind their playing
What is well and what is ill.
What has been and what will be
Are but of a page each part
Which the world to read is free,
Yet who knows them off by heart?
All that was and is to come
Prospers in the present too,
But its narrow modicum
You imagine and construe.
With the selfsame scales and gauges
This great universe to weight
Man has been for thousand ages
Sometimes sad and sometimes gay;
Other masks, the same old story,
Players pass and reappear,
Broken promises of glory;
Do not hope and do not fear.
Do not hope when greed is staring
O'er the bridge that luck has flung,
These are fools for not despairing,
On their brows though stars are hung;
Do not fear if one or other
Does his comrades deep enthrall,
Do not let him call you brother,
Waves that leap like waves must fall.
Like the sirens' silver singing
Men spread nets to catch their prey,
Up and down the curtain swinging
Midst a whirlwind of display.
Leave them room without resistance,
Nor their commentaries cheer,
Hearing only from the distance
Should they praise or should they jeer.
If they touch you, do not tarry,
Should they curse you, hold your tongue,
All you counsel must miscarry
Knowing who you are among.
Let them muse and let them mingle,
Let them pass both great and small:
Unattached and calm and single,
Look but coldly on it all.
Look but coldly on it all,
Should they praise or should they jeer;
Waves that leap like waves must fall,
Do not hope and do not fear.
You imagine and construe
What is well and what is ill;
All is old and all is new,
Days go past and days come still.
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