Monthly Archives: March 2013

Rubá’í of the Day


Still be the wine-house thronged with its glad choir,
And Pharisaic skirts burnt up with fire;
Still be those tattered frocks and azure robes
Trod under feet of revelers in the mire.

Quote for the Week


If the rulers sincerely desire the empire to be wealthy and dislike to have it poor, desire to have it orderly and dislike to have it chaotic, they should bring about universal love and mutual aid. This is the way of the sage-kings and the way to order for the world, and it should not be neglected.

Mozi, from his eponymous book, Book 4; Universal Love II; courtesy of Wikiquote.

Rubá’í of the Day

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These fools, by dint of ignorance most crass,
Think they in wisdom all mankind surpass;
And glibly do they damn as infidel
Whoever is not, like themselves, an ass.

Psychobilly Mix!

Rubá’í of the Day

bible and prayer book

Now is the volume of my youth outworn,
And all my spring-tide blossoms rent and torn.
Ah, bird of youth! I marked not when you came
Nor when you fled, and left me thus forlorn.

Rubá’í of the Day

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The wheel on high, still busied with despite,
Will ne’er unloose a wretch from his sad plight;
But when it lights upon a smitten heart,
Straightway essays another blow to smite.

Rubá’í of the Day


‘Tis passing strange, those titled noblemen
Find their own lives a burden sore, but when
They meet with poorer men, not slaves to sense,
They scarcely deign to reckon them as men.

Rubá’í of the Day


Ah! wealth takes wings, and leaves our hands all bare,
And death’s rough hands delight our hearts to tear;
And from the nether world none e’er escapes,
To bring us news of the poor pilgrims there.

Rubá’í of the Day


The sages who have compassed sea and land,
Their secret to search out, and understand—
My mind misgives me if they ever solve
The scheme on which this universe is planned.

Rubá’í of the Day


The world will last long after Khayyam’s fame
Has passed away, yea, and his very name;
Aforetime we were not, and none did heed.
When we are dead and gone, ’twill be the same