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Listen again. One Evening at the close
Of Ramázan, ere the better Moon arose,
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay Population round in Rows.

And, strange to tell, amongst that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate while others not
And suddenly one more impatient cried -
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"

Then said another -"Surely not in vain
"My substance from the common Earth was taken,
"That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
"Should stamp me back to common Earth again."

Rubáiyát of
Omar Khayyám
12th c, LIX-LXI