On seeking fame
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Who invented the art of cooking?
The world has long forgotten.
Do they remember who invented writing?
No, you are sadly mistaken.
And here you are, seeking fame -
O Thimma, you simpleton!
Life is but a cart
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Life is but a cart and fate its coachman
You are the horse that draws, but he sets the direction
Ask not where to - just run where you are told:
To a warm festivity or a funeral cold.
O Thimma, you simpleton, keep going come what may -
There is firm ground, if your feet give way.
What would you seek from fate?
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What would you seek from fate?
Seek a life where you won't ever have to wait
For someone to feed you a morsel or two,
Where you will never burden a shoulder to carry you.
O Thimma, you simpleton, ask fate for a safe passage
Without getting caught in the vortex of any influence
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