Moving Finger [Omar Khayyam, Rubaiyat: LI & LII]
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to It for help–for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
