Nr. 215
Calcutta nr. 215
The sky does not bring forth any rose from the earth
None destroys it, & all fly to the earth
As the cloud sprinkles the earth
Till the resurrection brings forth every excellent soul
Payne 1898 - 278
Harsh Fortune upraises no rose from the clay
But she breaks and commits it again to decay:
Dust and water, as clouds, if aloft she convey,
The blood of the noble she sheddeth for aye.
Thompson 1906 - 745
No rose doth Fortune uprear from the clay
But she doth break and then in dust doth lay:
If just as clouds raise water they raised clay,
'T would rain blood of the great till Judgment Day!