Rubaiyat – Death & Life Duo


From dust to dust. From clay to clay we live.
While living: may our souls find ought to give
To God and one another. Lest we find
Our time has gone: like water through the sieve.

So when I die: plant over me the rose
Whose scented blossoms delight my repose.
And let my mortal clay nourish the ground
While scented thorns my flesh to blooms transpose.

What though Death’s angel greet you in the morn
And ask you kindly sip the mead-filled horn
To pass from earth into eternal paths
Destined for us before we each were born?

Rubaiyat – Death & Life Uno


The earth – comprised of fine, malleable clay
Greets cheerfully the rising of each day.
From such a sod did humankind receive
The Breath of Life, our ancient teachings say.

From clay: was man created and new-born
Arising from the pristine Eden’s lawn
To greet his Maker, having broken free
From that damp grasp – the earthy dust late-torn.

To dust and clay again must man descend
When at the last approaching his life’s end.
His very bones disintegrate and fall
To dusty motes. To this doth all life tend.

Rubaiyat – Eye for Eye


Does eye for eye render the whole world blind?
I think it does. Such revenge thus we find
Shall murder Life itself to vindicate
The passions fatal to all of mankind.

Revenge! Natural as breath inside the lung!
As natural as the cursing of the tongue!
Why do not blessings flow so readily?
Why must the end be as the deed begun?

So must I then suffer on needlessly
The many wrongs heaped up and laid on me?
Can’t I revenge myself by force, or word,
Expose the crime? Bring down the tyranny?

To God! Cry out! Your prayers are not in vain!
Though injustice fall like torrential rain
The Time will come all shall be repaid
And all evil will be a vanquished bane.

When God meets out His final punishment
And Death’s angel from heaven to earth is sent
To seek and punish every hidden fault:
Then those souls doomed to hell will loud lament.

Rubaiyat – Knotted Souls


Unknot the tanglements that bind the soul
And give to man the knowledge to make whole
His understanding. Then he’ll truly see
What paths in Life avoid the greatest dole.

But is the soul tied in a Gordian knot?
It wishes to be free. But it cannot.
What then? Can there be found blade sharp enough
To cut those bonds – free that soul on the spot?

Or is the soul in nets adamantine
Trapped surely? Though inside the mesh it shine
And dazzle sight: withal it still is caught
Unable to take wing, forced to repine.

Is judgement, like the soul, entangled too?
If men cannot know clearly, then it’s true.
Men’s minds are twisted, darkened, mostly blind
Unless some power from outside them shines through.