We are but chessmen, destined, it is plain,
Read 'We are but chessmen, destined, it is plain,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
We are but chessmen, destined, it is plain, by Omar Khayyam
We are but chessmen, destined, it is plain,
That great chess-player, Heaven, to entertain;
It moves us on life's chess-board to and fro,
And then in death's dark box shuts up again.
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