The elders and the newborns trace
the footsteps of each other, and
it is the way of this world that
no one can live forever here.
They have departed and we’re on our way,
and they arrive again, and go again.
Translated by Juan Cole
from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, Arberry 1949, 5
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It’d be great if you put all these translations of Omar Khayyam in some “poetry” category of posts, so it’d be easier to hunt them all down…
Just put ‘Omar Khayyam’ in the search window at top
These translations are wonderful.