Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Jan 6, 2009 · 1 min read

• Morning when dawn’s left hand was in the sky
  I heard a voice within the tavern cry
  Awake my little ones and fill the cup
  Before life’s liquor in its cup be dry.
  

• Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough
  A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse, and Thou
  Beside me singing in the Wilderness
  Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
  

• 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.
  

• Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
  Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
  And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
  Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
  

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