SOUL OF NOMAD

You want to know the secret-so did I
Low in the dust I sought it, and on high
Sought it in awful flights from star to star
The sultan’s watchman of the starry sky

Up up, where parween hooves stamped heaven’s floor
My soul went knocking at each starry door
Till on the silly top of heaven’s stair
Clear-eyed I looked-and laughed- and climbed no more

Of all my seeking this is all my gain:
No agony of any mortal brain
Shall wrest the secret of the life of man;
The search had taught me that the search is vain…..

~ Omar Khayyam ~

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