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but in divineHigh piping Pehlevi with Wine Wine WineRed Wine the Nightingale cries to the RoseThat sallow cheek of hers t' incarnadineVIICome fill the Cup and in the fire of SpringYour Winter garment of Repentance flingThe Bird of Time bas but a little wayTo flutter and the Bird is on the WingVIIIWhether at Naishapur or BabylonWhether the Cup with sweet or bitter runThe Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by dropThe Leaves of Life keep falling one by oneIXEach Morn a thousand Roses brings you say;Yes but where leaves the Rose of YesterdayAnd this first Summer month that brings the RoseShall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad awayXWell let it take them What have we to doWith Kaikobad the Great or KaikhosruLet Zal and Rustum bluster as they willOr Hatim call to Supper heed not youXIWith me along the strip of Herbage strownThat just divides the desert from the sownWhere name of Slave and Sultan is forgot And Peace to Mahmud on his golden ThroneXIIA Book of Verses underneath the BoughA Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness Oh Wilderness were Paradise enowXIIISome for the Glories of This World; and someSigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;Ah take the Cash and let the Credit goNor heed the rumble of a distant DrumXIVLook to the blowing Rose about us LoLaughing she says into the world I blowAt once the silken tassel of my PurseTear and its Treasure on the Garden throwXVAnd those who husbanded the Golden grainAnd those who flung it to the winds like RainAlike to no such aureate Earth are turn'dAs buried once Men want dug up againXVIThe Worldly Hope men set their Hearts uponTurns Ashes or it prospers; and anonLike Snow upon the Desert's dusty FaceLighting a little hour or two is goneXVIIThink in this batter'd CaravanseraiWhose Portals are alternate Night and DayHow Sultan after Sultan with his PompAbode his destined Hour and went his wayXVIIIThey say the Lion and the Lizard keepThe Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deepAnd Bahram that great Hunter the Wild AssStamps o'er his Head but cannot break his SleepXIXI sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;That every Hyacinth the Garden wearsDropt in her Lap from some once lovely HeadXXAnd this reviving Herb whose tender GreenFledges the River Lip on which we lean Ah lean upon it lightly for who knowsFrom what once lovely Lip it springs unseenXXIAh my Belov'ed fill the Cup that clearsTo day Past Regrets and Future FearsTo morrow Why To morrow I may beMyself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand YearsXXIIFor some we loved the loveliest and the bestThat from his Vintage rolling Time hath prestHave drunk their Cup a Round or two beforeAnd one by one crept silently to restXXIIIAnd we that now make merry in the RoomThey left and Summer dresses in new bloomOurselves must we beneath the Couch of EarthDescend ourselves to make a Couch for whomXXIVAh make the most of what we yet may spendBefore we too into the Dust descend;Dust into Dust and under Dust to lieSans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans EndXXVAlike for those who for To day prepareAnd those that after some To morrow stareA Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness criesFools your Reward is neither Here nor ThereXXVIWhy all the Saints and Sages who discuss'dOf the Two Worlds so wisely they are thrustLike foolish Prophets forth; their Words to ScornAre scatter'd and their Mouths are stopt with DustXXVIIMyself when young did eagerly freuentDoctor and Saint and heard great argumentAbout it and about but everCame out by the same door where in I wentXXVIIIWith them the seed of Wisdom did I sowAnd with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd I came like Water and like Wind I goXXIXInto this Universe and Why not knowingNor Whence like Water willy nilly flowing;And out of it as Wind along the WasteI know not Whither willy nilly blowingXXXWhat without asking hither hurried WhenceAnd without asking Whither hurried henceOh many a Cup of this forbidden WineMust drown the memory of that insolenceXXXIUp from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gaterose and on the Throne of Saturn sate;And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;But not the Master knot of Human FateXXXIIThere was the Door to which I found no Key;There was the Veil through which I might not seeSome little talk awhile of Me and TheeThere was and then no of Thee and MeXXXIIIEarth could not answer; nor the Seas that mournIn flowing Purple of their Lord forlorn;Nor rolling Heaven with all his Signs reveal'dAnd hidden by the sleeve of Night and MornXXXIVThen of the Thee in Me works behindThe Veil I lifted up my hands to findA Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heardAs from Without The Me Within Thee BlindXXXVThen to the lip of this poor earthen UrnI lean'd the Secret of my Life to learnAnd Lip to Lip it murmur'd While you liveDrink for once dead you never shall returnXXXVII think the Vessel that with fugitiveArticulation answer'd once did liveAnd drink; and Ah the passive Lip I kiss'dHow many Kisses might it take and giveX

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The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam Omar Khayyám Edward FitzGerald TranslatorWritten 1120 ACE Omar Khayyam was born at Naishapur in Khorassan in the latter half of Eleventh Century and died within the First uarter of Twelfth Century I Wake For the Sun who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of NightDrives Night along with them from Heav'n and strikes The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of LightII Before the phantom of False morning diedMethought a Voice within the Tavern cried When all the Temple is prepared withinWhy nods the drowsy Worshipper outside III And as the Cock crew those who stood beforeThe Tavern shouted Open then the DoorYou know how little while we have to stay And once departed may return no IV Now the New Year reviving old Desires The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires Where the White Hand Of Moses on the BoughPuts out and Jesus from the Ground suspiresV Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose And Jamshyd's Sev'n ring'd Cup where no one knows; But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine And many a Garden by the Water blowsVI And David's lips are lockt; but in divine High piping Pehlevi with Wine Wine Wine Red Wine the Nightingale cries to the Rose That sallow cheek of hers t' incarnadine VII Come fill the Cup and in the fire of SpringYour Winter garment of Repentance fling The Bird of Time bas but a little way To flutter and the Bird is on the WingVIII Whether at Naishapur or Babylon Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter runThe Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one IX Each Morn a thousand Roses brings you say;Yes but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday And this first Summer month that brings the Rose Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad awayX Well let it take them What have we to do With Kaikobad the Great or Kaikhosru Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they willOr Hatim call to Supper heed not you XI With me along the strip of Herbage strownThat just divides the desert from the sown Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne XII A Book of Verses underneath the Bough A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow XIII Some for the Glories of This World; and someSigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; Ah take the Cash and let the Credit goNor heed the rumble of a distant DrumXIV Look to the blowing Rose about us Lo Laughing she says into the world I blow At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear and its Treasure on the Garden throw XV And those who husbanded the Golden grainAnd those who flung it to the winds like Rain Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'dAs buried once Men want dug up again XVI The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes or it prospers; and anon Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face Lighting a little hour or two is gone XVII Think in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour and went his wayXVIII They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep And Bahram that great Hunter the Wild AssStamps o'er his Head but cannot break his Sleep XIX I sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head XX And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River Lip on which we lean Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen XXI Ah my Belov'ed fill the Cup that clearsTo day Past Regrets and Future Fears To morrow Why To morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand YearsXXII For some we loved the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prestHave drunk their Cup a Round or two before And one by one crept silently to restXXIII And we that now make merry in the Room They left and Summer dresses in new bloom Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of EarthDescend ourselves to make a Couch for whom XXIV Ah make the most of what we yet may spendBefore we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust and under Dust to lie Sans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans EndXXV Alike for those who for To day prepare And those that after some To morrow stare A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness criesFools your Reward is neither Here nor There XXVI Why all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so wisely they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatter'd and their Mouths are stopt with DustXXVII Myself when young did eagerly freuent Doctor and Saint and heard great argumentAbout it and about but ever Came out by the same door where in I wentXXVIII With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd I came like Water and like Wind I go XXIX Into this Universe and Why not knowing Nor Whence like Water willy nilly flowing; And out of it as Wind along the Waste I know not Whither willy nilly blowingXXX What without asking hither hurried Whence And without asking Whither hurried henceOh many a Cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that insolence XXXI 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 FateXXXII There was the Door to which I found no Key;There was the Veil through which I might not see Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was and then no of Thee and MeXXXIII Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn In flowing Purple of their Lord forlorn;Nor rolling Heaven with all his Signs reveal'dAnd hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn XXXIV Then of the Thee in Me works behind The Veil I lifted up my hands to find A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard As from Without The Me Within Thee Blind XXXV Then to the lip of this poor earthen UrnI lean'd the Secret of my Life to learnAnd Lip to Lip it murmur'd While you live Drink for once dead you never shall returnXXXVI I think the Vessel that with fugitive Articulation answer'd once did live And drink; and Ah the passive Lip I kiss'dHow many Kisses might it take and give XXXVII For I remember stopping by the way To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay And with its all obliterated Tongu

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The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam Omar Khayyám Edward FitzGerald TranslatorWritten 1120 ACE Omar Khayyam was born at Naishapur in Khorassan in the latter half of Eleventh Century and died within the First uarter of Twelfth Century I Wake For the Sun who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of NightDrives Night along with them from Heav'n and strikes The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of LightII Before the phantom of False morning diedMethought a Voice within the Tavern cried When all the Temple is prepared withinWhy nods the drowsy Worshipper outside III And as the Cock crew those who stood beforeThe Tavern shouted Open then the DoorYou know how little while we have to stay And once departed may return no IV Now the New Year reviving old Desires The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires Where the White Hand Of Moses on the BoughPuts out and Jesus from the Ground suspiresV Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose And Jamshyd's Sev'n ring'd Cup where no one knows; But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine And many a Garden by the Water blowsVI And David's lips are lockt; but in divine High piping Pehlevi with Wine Wine Wine Red Wine the Nightingale cries to the Rose That sallow cheek of hers t' incarnadine VII Come fill the Cup and in the fire of SpringYour Winter garment of Repentance fling The Bird of Time bas but a little way To flutter and the Bird is on the WingVIII Whether at Naishapur or Babylon Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter runThe Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one IX Each Morn a thousand Roses brings you say;Yes but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday And this first Summer month that brings the Rose Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad awayX Well let it take them What have we to do With Kaikobad the Great or Kaikhosru Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they willOr Hatim call to Supper heed not you XI With me along the strip of Herbage strownThat just divides the desert from the sown Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne XII A Book of Verses underneath the Bough A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow XIII Some for the Glories of This World; and someSigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; Ah take the Cash and let the Credit goNor heed the rumble of a distant DrumXIV Look to the blowing Rose about us Lo Laughing she says into the world I blow At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear and its Treasure on the Garden throw XV And those who husbanded the Golden grainAnd those who flung it to the winds like Rain Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'dAs buried once Men want dug up again XVI The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes or it prospers; and anon Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face Lighting a little hour or two is gone XVII Think in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour and went his wayXVIII They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep And Bahram that great Hunter the Wild AssStamps o'er his Head but cannot break his Sleep XIX I sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head XX And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River Lip on which we lean Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen XXI Ah my Belov'ed fill the Cup that clearsTo day Past Regrets and Future Fears To morrow Why To morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand YearsXXII For some we loved the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prestHave drunk their Cup a Round or two before And one by one crept silently to restXXIII And we that now make merry in the Room They left and Summer dresses in new bloom Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of EarthDescend ourselves to make a Couch for whom XXIV Ah make the most of what we yet may spendBefore we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust and under Dust to lie Sans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans EndXXV Alike for those who for To day prepare And those that after some To morrow stare A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness criesFools your Reward is neither Here nor There XXVI Why all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so wisely they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatter'd and their Mouths are stopt with DustXXVII Myself when young did eagerly freuent Doctor and Saint and heard great argumentAbout it and about but ever Came out by the same door where in I wentXXVIII With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd I came like Water and like Wind I go XXIX Into this Universe and Why not knowing Nor Whence like Water willy nilly flowing; And out of it as Wind along the Waste I know not Whither willy nilly blowingXXX What without asking hither hurried Whence And without asking Whither hurried henceOh many a Cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that insolence XXXI 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 FateXXXII There was the Door to which I found no Key;There was the Veil through which I might not see Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was and then no of Thee and MeXXXIII Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn In flowing Purple of their Lord forlorn;Nor rolling Heaven with all his Signs reveal'dAnd hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn XXXIV Then of the Thee in Me works behind The Veil I lifted up my hands to find A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard As from Without The Me Within Thee Blind XXXV Then to the lip of this poor earthen UrnI lean'd the Secret of my Life to learnAnd Lip to Lip it murmur'd While you live Drink for once dead you never shall returnXXXVI I think the Vessel that with fugitive Articulation answer'd once did live And drink; and Ah the passive Lip I kiss'dHow many Kisses might it take and give XXXVII For I remember stopping by the way To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay And with its all obliterated Tongu