Rubaiyat (Persian Poetry)



Not many buds dawn into Tulips or Roses
the multitudes time did transfix and froze
them into many visages: but their truths
ere, gliding into their graves, who knows

In thy river why there soars no gales
to be a man why your ego fails
of fate why are you weeping so late, here
rests his head, fame upon earth sails


© Copyright Mouris Bashir 2010

*Rubaiyat is a Persian poetry form that consists of four-line stanzas, and the rhyme scheme is aaba

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