To-day, O youth, take the path of worship, for to-morrow comes old age. Leisure thou hast, and strength—strike the ball when the field is wide.[35]
I knew not the value of life’s day till now that I have lost it.
How can an old ass strive beneath its burden?—go thy way, for thou ridest a swift-paced horse.
A broken cup that is mended—what will its value be? Now that in carelessness the cup of life has fallen from thy hand, naught remains but to join the pieces.
Negligently hast thou let the pure water go; how canst thou now perform thy ablutions, except with sand?[36]