The Vanity Of Regret

Nothing in this world of ours
flows as we would have it flow,
what avail, then, careful hours,
thought and trouble, tears and woe?
Through the shrouded veil of earth,
life's rich colors gleaming bright,
though in truth of little worth,
yet allure with meteor light.

Life is torture and suspense;
thought is sorrow-drive it hence!
with no will of mine I came,
with no will depart the same...


(By-Omar Khayyam)