And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop’d we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help–for It As impotently moves as you or I. OMAR KHAYYAM translated by Edward Fitzgerald Share this:TweetEmailPrintMoreRedditShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related ThreehundredtwentynineThreehundredthirtyone