Omar Khayyam (283) “Last night I wandered into a dark pottery workshop”

Posted on 10/03/2012 by Juan Cole

Last night I wandered into a 
dark pottery workshop and saw 
about two thousand pots lined up
in silence. But then suddenly 
a vase cried out, inquiring, ‘Where
in the world are the potter and
the customers and salespeople?”

Translated by Juan Cole
from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, [pdf] Whinfield 283

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  • Q says:
    10/03/2012 at 12:05 pm

    The two thousand pots were talking in the language of silence — their silence was crying out that they were dead.