In Honor of our Gay and Lesbian Friends
and their Right to Marry in New York
Omar Khayyam (d. 1123). “The Rubaiyat”
“So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above.
Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.”
The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d, Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d,
Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep, They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
Some wine, a Houri (Houris if there be),
A green bank by a stream, with minstrelsy;—
Toil not to find a better Paradise
If other Paradise indeed there be!
In slandering and reviling you persist,
Calling me infidel and atheist:
My errors I will not deny, but yet
Does foul abuse become a moralist?