Do not seek human glory.
For greatness it squanders in vain.
Great is He who commands,
whether in life or after death.
The ascent of the earth is futile,
even if sprinkled with power or wealth.
For a fleeting moment, it becomes a target for hearts;
yet the godless will ultimately burn.
In an uneven duel with the mortal shell,
it will furrow the brow, cheeks, and hands.
And pride, like a fizzy drink,
will leave a bitter taste in the heart.
In time, the river will drag him
toward the ever-final door,
where brilliance means nothing
after the years have flown away.
The spirit departs from the fleshly shell,
and who knows where it will soar…
After glory, only a void remains,
and in it, no one will forgive.
There, the name ceases to be golden,
and no creature will value it anymore.
Greatness will never return
from the past days.
And then, the Truly Great One
will write his final word from beyond…
Do not seek human glory,
for it is a trench in the deceived flesh.
Stefan Glavchev
(The Rise of the Fall)
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