On Living III

This earth will grow cold,
a star among stars
and one of the smallest,

a gilded mote on blue velvet-
I mean this, our great earth.
This earth will grow cold one day,
not like a block of ice
or a dead cloud even
but like an empty walnut it will roll along
in pitch-black space …
You must grieve for this right now
-you have to feel this sorrow now-
for the world must be loved this much
if you're going to say “I lived'' …

NAZIM HIKMET