73 - Aḥmad ibn Yaḥyā recited his poetry to me:
The key to the door of relief is patience, with every hardship there is ease.
Time does not remain in one state, and after one affair comes another.
Hardship is consumed by the nights that consume both good and evil alike.
How can a condition endure when the days and months rush swiftly through it?
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