En-Songs without Names: Poems by Frithjof Schuon Vol. I-VI-II

Ye think that there are human collectivities,

Historical relationships; how so?

In reality, there are only individual souls,

Dream-veils — individual joys, individual pains.

Ye are born into a world.

And ye take it seriously: history seems important —

But ye forget that one must die alone.

The coming of God reduces the illusion to ashes.