#Ah love could thou and i with fate conspire how to#
Khayyam suggests how to take the rough with the smooth. Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee. pay attention to the last line.īut leave the Wise to wrangle, and with meĪnd, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht, Starts for the Dawn of Nothing – Oh, make hasteĪnd this suggests what is the best way to deal with this travesty of existence called human life…. One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste – How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:Īnd this one is on the fleeting nature of life. There seem’d – and then no more of THEE and ME.Īnd this can serve as a succinct though a slightly pessimistic (if I may say so) account or better still, raison d’etre of some of my activities on this planet.Īnd Lip to Lip it murmur’d – “While you liveĭrink ! – for once dead you never shall return.”Īnd an exposition of the philosophy behind the much misunderstood phrase Carpe DiemĪh, fill the Cup: – what boots it to repeat There was a Veil past which I could not see: There was a Door to which I found no Key: or more prosaically for me, why some things or happenings will remain a mystery or why I will never come to know the reasons for certain acts of my friends…… (I also remember the circumstances in which I found this invaluable work and pray that it is still in my collection). The first line was also used by Daphne du Maurier as the title of her autobiography.ĭoctor and Saint, and heard great ArgumentĪnd then again about the inability of humans to comprehend or even know about certain truths….
It was used by Harold J Lamb in the second of his masterful two-volume history of the Crusades, titled The Flame of Islam, in a sweeping and invaluable depiction of the life and customs of the Muslim dynasties ruling the Middle East then. Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years.Īnd so does this…. TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears – Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day, I, however, commend it to all my friends as a masterful exposition of the ephemeral nature of earthly glory… Sic Gloria Transit mundi, as they used to say… (I still remember the circumstances I which I had acquired this book and do hope it survived the Great Spoliation of 2008 and is safely in the part of my expansive collection I had managed to secure). Lister in his interesting travelogue Turkey Observed, to describe a rather run-down bus station he came across somewhere is his perambulations around Anatolia. The first line of this one was used to great effect by R.P. I have noticed quite a few of these are applicable to some friends or specific situations, and I seek indulgence to indicate this at the appropriate place. In this post, I will just put a few of my personal favourites from his Rubaiyyat.īy the serendipitous circumstances that attend to me, or as they speak about the divinity which shapes our ends, rough-hew them as we may. I had written about mathematician-cum-poet Omar Khayyam a couple of days or so earlier.
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