The Mind
Quatrain 252
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
I saw a busy potter by the way
Kneading with might and main a lump of clay;
And, lo! the clay cried, «Use me gently, pray;
I was a man myself but yesterday!»
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 252.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/251/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 252.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/251/.
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