My coming brought no profit to the sky, Nor does my going swell its glory; My two ears have never heard anyone that could say, Why I came here and wh… - Omar Khayyám

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show;

The arch of heaven looks like an
upside-down cup, under which the wise
wander in vain. May your love for your beloved
be as great as the love of the bottle for the glass.
Look, how one gives and one receives, lip against
lip, the precious blood of the grapes.

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip
you press,
End in what All begins and ends in — Yes;
Think then you are TO-DAY what
YESTERDAY You were — TO-MORROW you
shall not be less