"Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Phophet`s Paradise to come:
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go,
Nor heed the rumble of the distant Drum!"
Sigh for the Phophet`s Paradise to come:
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go,
Nor heed the rumble of the distant Drum!"
"Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your winter- garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time had but a little way
To flutter-and the Bird is on the Wing."
Your winter- garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time had but a little way
To flutter-and the Bird is on the Wing."
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.
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.
"Ah, Love! could you and I with Fate conspire
To Grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits-and then
Remould it nearer to the heart`s desire!"
Written 1120 A.D.
Omar Khayyam To Grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits-and then
Remould it nearer to the heart`s desire!"
Written 1120 A.D.
Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam