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Omar Khayyám
Translated by Edward FitzGerald
Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
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Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing :
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And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
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I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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There was a Door to which I found no Key :
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There was a Veil past which I could not see :
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Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE
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There seem’d – and then no more of THEE and ME.
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
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The Tavern shouted – “Open then the Door!
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You know how little while we have to stay,
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And, once departed, may return no more.”
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And my mother’s favorite. The one she awakened me with, EVERY single morning that I was home, as a child. Thank you mom.
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
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| Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight : |
| And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught |
| The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light. |
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Thank you mother for giving to me the gift of loving poetry… |
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Love the poetry of the Rubaiyat- (though Rumi is my passion.)
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
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I love both…
My mother said that great one too…
Great mothers teach their children to love wise masters … Thanks mom
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I like that!
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