Omar Khayyam

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of itA Persian mathematician, astronomer and a poet,

I
Awake
for Morning in the Bowl of
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:

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At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,"Arise, my brethren of the revelers' guild,
That I may fill our measure full of wine,
Or e'er the measure of our days be filled