“Kabhi kisi musafir se pyar na karna
Unka thikana bohut door hota hain
Woh kabhi bewafa toh nahi hote,
Magar unka jaana jaroor hote hain”
(Unknown poet)

Roughly translated…

Never fall in love with the traveler
His address is invariably too far away
He is never unfaithful to you
But his journey (away from you) is inevitable

“I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet.

With eager eyes I greet the morn,
Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born
To wonder and to joy.

And when the sunset splendours wane
And ripe for rest am I,
Knowing that I will live again,
Exultantly I die.

O that all Life were but a Day
Sunny and sweet and sane!
And that at Even I might say:
“I sleep to wake again.” ”

Brilliant take on life by the poet Robert Service describing each day to be a microcosm of how life plays out. With one exception – that once you sleep your Sleep of Life (death) there is no waking up again…

As an interesting factoid, the poet was a bank employee for his day job…

… if you Googled the number 241543903 ?

Go ahead! Try it!!!