Saturday, 3 October 2026

Do not reason, do not fuss — Madness seeks, folly judges; Heal the wounds of day with sleep, And what tomorrow brings, will be…

Do not reason, do not fuss — Madness seeks, folly judges; Heal the wounds of day with sleep, And what tomorrow brings, will be…

Do not reason, do not fuss,
Madness seeks, folly judges;
Heal the wounds of day with sleep,
And what tomorrow brings, will be…
While you live, learn to endure it all:
Sorrow, and joy, and anxiety.
What is there to wish for? What is there to grieve over?
The day is lived through, and glory be to God!

Literal translation

Fyodor Tyutchev

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