Seize the Day


Asian Geographic - - Front Page -

VIII Whether at Naisha­pur or Baby­lon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bit­ter run, The Wine of Life keeps ooz­ing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep fall­ing one by one.

IX Each Morn a thou­sand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yes­ter­day? And this first Sum­mer month that brings the Rose Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.

XXIV Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Be­fore we too into the Dust de­scend; Dust into Dust, and un­der Dust to lie Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and – sans End!

– Ex­cerpts from The Rubáiyát ( Omar Khayyám

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