Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Once upon a time, in a potter’s shop

I saw two thousand clay pot and cup

Suddenly a lone pot cried out, "stop!

Where the vendor, buyer, where my prop?"

OR

To a pottery I went by chance

Two thousand pots I saw in a glance

Cried out a pot awakened from trance

"whither potter, vendor and buyer prance?"

Meaning:

We simply exist, silent, unaware

Busy with minute mundane worldly care

Occasionally find someone who’ll dare

To ask why we came, and from here go where?

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