Omar Khayyam (493) “I passed a potter at his wheel”

The other day I passed a potter at 
his wheel, displaying every moment a 
new skill; and it occurred to me, though one
less clear-eyed wouldn’t see it:  It is
our ancestors’ clay in a potter’s  hands!

Translated by Juan Cole
from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, [pdf] Whinfield 493