What’s the use of all our feelings
Expressed orally or expressly written down
The heart that hears it does not last long;
Even the stone on which it is written
Crumbles to dust, and the sun itself dies
Taking all life on earth along with it;
Amidst this mayhem what lasts?
No, not even love, and only that remains
Which has neither emotions nor thoughts
Nor does it have any need for them
Though we who have taken birth from it
Pay attention to them and rejoice and suffer.