Originally posted by rvsakhadeo
Well the actual rubaiyat are: But helpless pieces in the game he plays,Upon this chequerboard of nights and days,He hither and thither moves,and checks and slays,Then one by one back in the closet lays.

And one more: The moving finger writes and having writ moves on,Not all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line,Not all thy tears wash out a word out of it.