If I Don't Enjoy Myself

Up From Earth's Centre Through The Seventh Gate Rose, And On The Throne Of Saturn Sate; And Many A Knot Unravel'd By The Road; But Not The Master-knot Of Human Fate.

The Thoughtful Soul To Solitude Retires.

The Moving Finger Writes; And Having Writ, Moves On.

When I Want To Understand What Is Happening Today Or Try To Decide What Will Happen Tomorrow, I Look Back.

The Unbeliever Knows His Koran Best.