Virtual Siyahi

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!

That Youth’s sweet-scented manuscript should close!

The Nightingale that in the branches sang,

Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!

Ah, Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire

To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire,

Would not see shatter it to bits and then

Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?

– Edward Fitzerald

 

#SundayMuse #Poetry #Rubaiyat

 

Much love and gratitude

Priyanka

#VirtualSiyahi

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