Let Persian metre modulate my verse,
Reminding it that time’s own woven course
Is all the avid various dreams we are
And which the secret Dreamer will disperse.
Let it say once more that fire is ashes only,
Flesh dust and the river that rushes by
The images of you life and mine
That escapes us without speed but in a hurry.
Reminding it that time’s own woven course
Is all the avid various dreams we are
And which the secret Dreamer will disperse.
Let it say once more that fire is ashes only,
Flesh dust and the river that rushes by
The images of you life and mine
That escapes us without speed but in a hurry.
Rubaiyat
My notes:
This is not the same Rubaiyat by the Persian poet. This is Borges’ reading of those eternal lines. Borges is a must read if anyone wants to figure out what spirituality means in truth. Borges will teach you how all truth is ever slippery and that which is not, may not be the truth at all.
