Beautiful you rise upon the horizon of heaven,
O living sun, you have existed since the beginning of things...
The whole world is filled with your loveliness.
You are the god Ra, and you have brought every land under your yoke.
Bound them in with the force of your love.
You are far away, yet your beams flood down upon the earth.
You shine upon the faces of people, and no one is able to fathom the mystery of your coming.
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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Poem of the day-56:
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ
Moves on; nor all thy piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.
- Omar Khayyam
Moves on; nor all thy piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.
- Omar Khayyam
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