When the fair of dying, the ac… (Abulkasim Firdousi)

When the fair of dying, the act, What is this about wailing and weeping, and wailing? To this eternal secret to us ordered way Behind that veil we would not see. But the door before someone opened hitherto. Perhaps the demise of the good you will find Bliss at the shelter will find another… After all, if the predator is death to tame, The old and the young earth could not contain.