Those - Berilljule (Sybarite Paradise, 2023)

And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch -- for whom? Alike for those who for To-day prepare, And those that after some To-morrow stare Ah, make the most of what we may yet spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie; Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End! Alike for those who for To-day prepare, And those that after some To-morrow stare A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries “Fools! Your Reward is neither Here nor There!“ Alike for those who for To-day prepare, And those that after some To-morrow stare Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.