Originally posted by rvsakhadeoAnd one more: The moving finger writes and having writ moves on,Not all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line,Not all thy tears wash out a word out of it.
Well the actual rubaiyat are: But helpless pieces in the game he plays,Upon this chequerboard of nights and days,He hither and thither moves,and checks and slays,Then one by one back in the closet lays.