Some days will pass into nights
Evenings become mornings.

How they pass may appear the same
Even though they are never identical.

Tomorrow begins with a great change!
Always this is true.
Least of my worries is whether
I will be without.
Even if it is not poetry,
Nobody can miss a message
Except that they haven't the right translation.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Phaestian, in the year 731 AF.