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

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

One response

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

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