Sunday, January 08, 2006

Wonder why I am in that mood Today.. Talk to You next post isA..

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!

There was the Door to which I found no Key;
There was the Veil through which I might not see:
Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE
There was--and then no more of THEE and ME.

When You and I behind the Veil are past,
Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.

Of 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 has blown for ever dies.

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.

With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

The Rubaiyat of Omar El Khayyam
Translated by Edward J. Fitzgerald


Blogger Jia Li said...

I always woundered who wrote that poem

1/09/2006 05:23:00 PM  
Blogger Olivia said...

Blue, it's very strange - did you write this before you got the news about your cousin?

Apart from that, anything by Khayyam is beautiful to read even in English.

1/10/2006 08:47:00 PM  
Blogger Jane said...

I am so sorry to hear about your loss. My deepest sympathies go to you and your family during this difficult time.

1/10/2006 09:26:00 PM  

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