Frithjof Schuon Archive

Resignation in God and trust in God;God-remembrance and contentment in His will;Highest Truth and deepest Self —Soul, be ready.For, in earthly life there is nothing moreThan these doors — to eternity.

Folk-songs and lyrical poetry,Songs of joy and sorrow — they lift usAbove the unrest and strains of everyday life;A bouquet from the good days of yore.The zither’s nostalgia, the familiar melodies;That is how it was — but now: all gone, all gone.

What, in youth, was abstract —Namely dying — in old age becomes concrete;And what, in youth, was concrete,Becomes abstract — the cup has been emptied.

Whatever time may mean for thee, this alone counts:That God fill thy soul with His nearness.Ask not the sage where he should drink —The Most High is here, and the cup is full.