TO OMAR KHAYYAM

O Omar Khayyam, Come! Come, where are you?

I want to leave the wise with their vice,

Even if God blesses me with Herculean power,

I do not wish to stay more in this shoddy bower.



You wished, if fate and you could,with Him conspire,

To grasp and shatter this scheme of things entire,

Then, why don't you beseech Him, from your realm up there,

And perhaps He will grant us both our hearts' desire!

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Composed on Dec 7, 2001.

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