ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
Rubaiyat
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And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to It for help--for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I,
53
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead,
And then of the Last Harvest Sow'd the Seed :
Yea, the first Morning of Creation worte
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
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I Tell Thee this. When, starting from the Goal,
Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtara they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and soul.
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