Saturday, October 27, 2007

Rubiyat e Omar Khyaam

Oh threats of hell and hopes of paradise!
One thing at least is certain: This life flies.
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;
The Flower that once is blown for ever dies!

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it

-Piety: Piousness, Wit: Intelligence. Sent to me by my friend Lokendra.

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