How many healthy people died without illness, and how many sick lived a while in this world
And how many young men went to bed and woke up laughing, while their shrouds were already woven, and they knew it not
And how many brides were adorned for their husbands, while their souls were taken on the Night of Destiny
And how many children are hoped to live long, while their bodies were entered into the darkness of the grave
And whoever lives in this world for eighty years must one day walk to the grave
From the poetry of Imam Al-Shafi'i