Friday, April 10, 2009

Poetry Friday

This week, I bring you an ancient Arabian poem:

On Fatalism

Not always wealth, not always force
A splendid destiny commands;
The lordly vulture gnaws the corpse
That rots upon yon barren sands.

Nor want, nor weakness still conspires
To bind us to a sordid state;
The fly that with a touch expires
Sips honey from the royal plate.

---The Holy Imam Shafay

I like this one because it's not about love, or spring, or beauty, but about life and death. The circle of life, really.

1 comment:

Jacqui said...

Mmmmm. Like the last line best.