English poem
Xxxvi
by Omar Khayyam (1048–1131)
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all obliterated Tongue It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
Versos English Omar Khayyam Xxxvi
Versos English Omar Khayyam Xxxvi
English poem
by Omar Khayyam (1048–1131)
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all obliterated Tongue It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"