I passed by a potter the day before last

By Omar Khayyam

I passed by a potter the day before last,

He was ceaselessly plying his skill with the clay,

And, what the blind do not see, I could –

My father’s clay in every potter’s hand.

By Omar Khayyam, translated by Peter Avery and John Heath-Stubbs, from The Ruba`iyat of Omar Khayyam (Penguin Books, 1984)