T hen I thought about all that my hands had done, and the work I had done. I saw that it was all for nothing. It was like trying to catch the wind, and there was nothing to get for it under the sun. The End of the Wise Man or Fool
ثُمَّ تَفَحَّصْتُ كُلَّ ما عَمِلْتُهُ، وَالثَّروَةَ الَّتِي جَمَعْتُها، فَوَجَدْتُ أنَّ ذَلِكَ كُلَّهُ زائِلٌ وَكَمُطارَدَةِ الرِّيحِ. وَما مِنْ فائِدَةٍ فِي هَذِهِ الدُّنْيا. هَلِ الحِكْمَةُ هِيَ الجَواب؟
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