Rubá’í of the Day


I saw a bird perched on the walls of Tus,
Before him lay the skull of Kai Kawus,
And thus he made his moan, “Alas, poor king!
Thy drums are hushed, thy ‘larums have rung truce. “

Posted on 29/07/2013, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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