Copyright 1908

By

Elbert

Hubbard

Lti 3

THE RUBAIYAT
IV WELL
I

here three sad sweet spirits: Perfume born

\ Of

fading Rose-leaves, visions of

of

The Thorn
Bouquet,

Behind each Flower

Joy

in Life's

And
JCI
I
I

one long Sigh we make too

oft to scorn.

HAIR
Or

perhaps divides the False and True"; F'alse or True thy Verses, we this due

Of meed bestow on One most bitter-sweet: We read and dream, then dream and read anew.

CHARLES

P.

NETTLETON

OMAR KHAYYAM
By
the

HONORABLE JOHN HAY

Omar Khayyam
Club, London

Address delivered December Eight, Eighteen Hundred Ninety-seven, at the dinner of the

S^^^ JRICK'S
Catholic

Forum

LIBRARY

CAN

never forget

my

emotions when

first

saw FitzGerald's translations of the Quatrains. Keats, in his subhme ode on Chapman's Homer,
has described the sensation once for
all:

Then

felt

When
The

I like some watcher of the skies a new planet swings into his ken.

exquisite beauty, the faultless form, the

singular grace of those amazing stanzas were

not more wonderful than the depth and breadth

of their

profound philosophy, their knowledge

their dauntless courage,

of

life,

their serene
life

facing of the ultimate problems of

and

Of course the doubt did not spare me, which has assailed many as ignorant as I was of the Hterature of the East, whether it was the poet or the translator to whom was due this splendid result. Was it, in fact, a reproduction of an antique song, or the mystification of a great modern, careless of fame and scornful of his time? Could it be possible
death.

that in the Eleventh Century, so far away as Khorassan, so accomplished a

man

of letters lived,

with such distinction, such breadth, such

such cheerful and jocund despair?

insight, such

calm

disillusions,

Was

this " IVeltschmerz/* which

in Persia in

we thought a malady of our day, endemic the year Eleven Hundred? My doubt only lasted till I came
translation of

upon a

literal

The Rubaiyat, and

saw that not the

least

remarkable quality of FitzGerald's poem was

its fidelity to

the original.

In short,

Omar was

a FitzGerald, or FitzGerald was a reincarnation of

of the latter poet that

Omar.

It is

not to the disadvantage

he followed

so closely in the footsteps of the earlier.

A man of extraordinary genius

had appeared in the world, had sung a song of incomparable beauty and power in an environment no longer worthy of him, in a language of narrow range; for many generations the song was virtually lost; then,
by a miracle
first,

of creation,

a poet, a twin-brother in the spirit to the

all

was born, who took up the forgotten poem and sang it anew with its original melody and force, and all the accumulated refinement of

ages of art. It seems to

me

idle to

ask which was the greater master;

is like

each seems greater than his work. The song

precious

an instrument
is

of

workmanship and marvelous

tone,

which

worthless in

common
all

hands, but when

it

it falls,

at long intervals, into the

of

hands

of

the supreme master,

yields a
If

melody

transcendent enchantment to

we look at the sphere of influence of the two poets, there is no longer any comparison. Omar sang to a halfbarbarous province; FitzGerald to the world. Wherever the English speech is spoken or read. The Rubaiyat has taken its place as a
that have ears to hear.
classic.

There

is

not a hill-post in India, nor a village in England, where

there

is

not a coterie to

whom Omar Khayyam

is

a familiar friend and

a bond of union. In America he has an equal following, in

regions

many

and conditions. In the Eastern States his adepts form an esoteric sect; the beautiful volume of drawings by Mr. Vedder is a center of delight and suggestion wherever it exists. In the cities of the West you

most thoroughly read books in any club library. I heard them quoted once in one of the most lonely and desolate spots of the high Rockies. We had been camping on the Great Divide, our " roof of the world," where, in the space of a few feet, you
will find the

Quatrains one

of the

may

see

two springs, one sending

its

waters to the Polar solitudes, the

at sunrise, as

other to the eternal Carib summer.

One morning

we were

breaking camp,

was startled to hear one of our party, a frontiersman born, intoning these words of somber majesty:
I

but a Tent where takes his one day's rest to the realm of Death addrest; The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.
*Tis

A Sultan

thought that subhme setting

of the Hnes;
I

of

primeval forest and pouring canyon

was worthy
be numbered

am

sure the dewless, crystalUne air never

vibrated to strains of more solemn music. Certainly, our poet can never

among

the great popular writers of

all

time.

He

has told

no story; he has never unpacked his heart in public; he has never thrown the reins on the neck of the winged horse, and let his imagination carry him where it listed. " Ah! the crowd must have emphatic warrant,** as Browning sang. Its suffrages are not for the cool, collected observer, whose eyes no glitter can dazzle, no mist suffuse. The many can not but resent that air of lofty intelligence, that pale and subtle smile. But he will hold a place forever among that limited number who, like Lucretius and Epicurus without rage or defiance, even without unbecoming

mirth

look deep into the tangled mysteries

and

of things; refuse credence

to the absurd,

allegiance to arrogant authority; sufficiently con-

scious of fallibility to be tolerant of all opinions; with a faith too wide

and a benevolence untrammeled by creed; too wise wholly poets, and yet too surely poets to be implacably wise.
for doctrine

to be

THE RUBAIYAT

PERSIAN WORDS USED IN "THE RUBAIYAT," WITH ENGLISH PRONUNCIATIONS

ALIF, Ah-leef The
first letter of the Persian alphabet, corresponding to our long a.

BAHRAM GUR, Bah-rawm Goor An ancient Persian king

MUSHTARI, Moosh-tah-ree The planet Jupiter. NAISHAPlIR,A>sAa^-poor The city of Khorasan, home of Omar Khayyam.

and hunter,

FERRASH,

Far-rawsh

A servant, a tent-pitcher.
TyA
mythical king, type
of

OMAR KHAYYAM,
erally,

Ghoh-mar

Khy-yawm Lit-

Omar

the Tent-Maker.
Pleiades.
official

HATIM
in

TAI, Hah-tim

PARWIN, Par-ween The

PEHLEVi,

of generosity.

The name a mythical garden Arabia. JAMSHYD, Jam-sheed A mythical king.

IRAM, Ee-rawm

Pa-le-vee The Sassanian dynasty.

ninth

language of the

RAMAZAN,
RUBAIYAT,

Ra-ma-dawn or Ra-ma-thavm

The

Moslem month, devoted

Roo-by-yot

to fasting.

KAIKOBAD, Ky-ko-hawdk mythical kmg. KAEKHOSRU, Ky-kors-roo A mythical king, corresponding, probably, to Cyrus.

Foiu-

lines,

a quatrain;

from the Arabic word, rubai, meaning a

quatrain or epigram.

MAH, Mah The

MAHI,

RUSTUM,

moon. Mah-heeFish,

Roos-toom son of Zal.

A mythical

Persian hero,

Persian for MUEZZIN, Moo-ez-zeen A public

MAHMUD,
Mah-mood
the faithful to prayer.

Mohammed. crier who calls

A cup-bearer. A Mohammedan mystic. TAMAM, Tah-mawm The end the very Rustum. ZAL, Zawl The father
SAKI, Saw-kee
SUFI, Soo-fee
of

end.

It

AKE!

For the Sun, who scatter *d into

before

flight

y\ y

The Stars

him from

V^

the Field of Night,

Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and

strikes

The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft

of Light.

BEFORE the phantom of False morning died,

**

Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried, When all the Temple is prepared within.
the drowsy Worshiper outside?
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**

Why nods

nND, as the Cock crew,those who stood before

The Tavern shouted "Open then the door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more."

New Year now The thoughtful Soul

the

reviving old Desires,

to Solitude retires,

Where
Puts out,

the

White Hand of Moses on the Bough and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
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RAM
I

indeed

is

gone with

all his

Rose,

And
But

Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;

a

still

Ruby

kindles in the Vine,

And many

a Garden by the Water blows.

JClND
I I

David's

lips are lockt;

but

in divine

High-piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!

Red Wine!"

the Nightingale
of hers
t'

cries to the

Rose

That sallow cheek

incarnadine.
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COME,
To
flutter

fill

the Cup,

and

in the fire of

Spring
fling;

Your Winter-garment of Repentance The Bird of Time has but a little way

and the Bird

is

on the Wing.

II

IHETHER at Naishapur or Babylon,

lAf

Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop. The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
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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 away.

II

JELL, let it take them! What have we to do \Af With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru? Let Zal and Rustum thunder as they will.

Or Hatim

call to

Supper

heed not you.

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II

IITH me

along the strip of Herbage strown

\Ar That just divides the desert from the sown. Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot

And

Peace to

Mahmud

on

his golden

Throne!

flBOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,

A Jug of Wine,
a Loaf of Bread
Beside

and Thou

me singing in

the Wilderness

Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

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^^OME for the Glories of This World; and some

Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
go,

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

about us LOOK to the blowing Rose "

Laughing," she says,

**

Lo,
blow.

into the world

At
Tear,

once the silken tassel of

my

Purse

and

its

Treasure on the Garden throw."

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who husbanded the Golden grain, I ? And those who flung it to the winds hke Rain, AHke to no such aureate Earth are turn'd As, buried once. Men want dug up again.
those

13 ND

Worldly Hope men THE Turns Ashes

or
it

set their

Hearts upon

prospers;

and anon.

Like

Snow upon
little

the Desert's dusty Face,

Lighting a

hour or two

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is

gone.

THINK, in this batter'd Caravanserai

Whose
Portals are alternate Night

and Day,

How
Abode

Sultan after Sultan with his

his destin'd

Pomp
his way.

Hour, and went

THEY say the Lion and the Lizard keep and drank deep: The Courts where Jamshyd And Bahram, that great Hunter the Wild Ass
gloried

Stamps

o'er his

Head, but can not break

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his Sleep.

(SOMETIMES

think that never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

Herb whose tender Green nND Fledges the River-Lip on which we

this reviving

lean

Ah,

lean

upon

it

lightly! for
it

who knows

From what

once lovely Lip

springs unseen!
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the Cup that my Beloved, nH, past Regrets and future Fears: Today Tomorrow! Why, Tomorrow may be
fill

clears

of

Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.

some we FOR That from

loved, the loveliest

his

Vintage

rolling

and the best Time has prest,

or two before,

Have drunk

their

Cup

Round

And

one by one crept silently to

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rest.

Z3ND we,
I
I

that

They

left,

now make merry in the Room and Summer dresses in new bloom,
for

Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth

Descend

ourselves to make a Couch

whom?

jtmi
I

H, make the most of what we yet may spend, I Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and

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sans End!

nLIKE for those who for Today prepare,

And
**

those that after some

Tomorrow

stare,

A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries,

Fools, your

Reward

is

neither Here nor There.*

II

IHY,

\Af

and Sages who discuss*d Of the Two Worlds so wisely they are thrust
all

the Saints

Like foolish Prophets forth; their

Words

to Scorn

Are

scattered,

and

their

Mouths
33

are stopped with Dust.

WYSELF when young did eagerly frequent

Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument

and about: but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went.
it

About

V
I

ITH them

the seed of

Wisdom

did

sow,
it

And with mine own hand wrought to make And this was all the Harvest that reap'd
I

grow;

came

like

Water, and

like

Wind
34

go."

INTO this Universe,

And
I

and Why not knowing Nor Whence, hke Water willy-nilly flowing;
out
of
it,

as

Wind

along the Waste,

know not Whither,

willy-nilly blowing.

II
lAf

HAT, without asking, hither hurried Whence^ And without asking, Whither hurried hence!
of this forbidden

Oh, many a Cup

Wine

Must drown

the

memory

of that insolence

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yP from
I

Earth's Center 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.

THERE was the Door to which

Some
Httle talk awhile of

found no Key;
I

There was the Veil through which

might not

see:

There was

and Thee and then no more of Thee and Me.

36

Me

EARTH could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn

In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn;

Nor

rolling

Heaven, with
of

all his

Signs reveal'd

And

hidden by the sleeve

Night and Morn.

THEN
The

of the

Thee
lifted

in

Veil,

Me who works behind up my hands to find

I
'*

heard, As from Without " The Me within Thee blind!

37

A Lamp amid the Darkness; and

THEN
I

to the Lip of this poor earthen

Urn
live,

lean'd, the Secret of

And
Drink!

Lip to Lip
for,

it

to learn: murmur'd " While you

my Life

once dead, you never shall return."

THINK
I

the Vessel, that with fugitive

live.
I

Articulation answer 'd, once did

And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip How many Kisses might it take and
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kiss'd.

give!

remember stopping by the way FOR To watch a Potter thumping

I

his wet Clay:

And
It

all-obhterated Tongue " murmur'd " Gently, Brother, gently, pray!

with

its

has not such a Story from nND Down Man's

of

Old

successive generations rolled

Of such a clod of saturated Earth Cast by the Maker into Human mold?
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El ND not a drop that from our Cups we throw

I I

For Earth to drink

the
fire of

of,

but

may

steal

below

To quench
There hidden

far

Anguish in some Eye beneath, and long ago.

nSOf

then the Tulip for her morning sup

Heav'nly Vintage from the

devoutly do the
invert
like, till

soil

looks up.

Do you
To Earth

Heav'n

you

like

an empty Cup.
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rr^ERPLEXT
r

no more with

Human

or Divine,

Tomorrow's tangle to the winds

resign,

And

lose

your fingers in the

tresses of

The Cypress-slender Minister

of

Wine.

nND End

if

the
in

Wine you

drink, the Lip you press,

what All begins and ends in Yes; Think then you are Today what Yesterday You were Tomorrow you shall not be less.

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C^O when
^r At
And,

the Angel of the darker Drink

last shall find

you by the
invite

river-brink,

offering his

Cup,

your Soul

Forth to your Lips to quaff

you shall not shrink.

the
of

II

IHY, if the Soul can fling \Ar And naked on the Air
Were't not a

Dust aside, Heaven ride,

for

Shame were't not a Shame

him

In this clay carcase crippled to abide?

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where takes his one TIS but a Tent to the realm of Death addrest;

day's rest

A Sultan

The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.

your not nND Account, and mine, should know

fear
lest

Existence closing

the like no more;

The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
43

II

HEN

You and
of

behind the Veil are past,

\Af

Oh, but the

long, long while the

World

shall last,

Which

our Coming and Departure heeds

self

As

the Sea's

should heed a pebble-cast.

MOMENT'S Halta momentary

taste

Of Being from the Well amid the Waste And Lo! the phantom Caravan has reach'd The Nothing it set out from Oh, make haste!

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lOULD

you that spangle

the secret

of Existence
it,

spend
I

\Ar

About

quick about
life

Friend

A Hair perhaps divides the False and True

And upon
what, prithee, does

depend?

nHAIR perhaps divides the False and True; Alif were the Yes; and a Could you but find to the Treasure-house,
single

clue

it

And

peradventure to The Master too;

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Ill HOSE secret Presence,

\Af

through Creation's veins

Running Quicksilver-Hke eludes your pains; Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi; and They change and perish all but He remains;

MOMENT guessed then back behind the Fold

Immerst
Which,
of

Darkness round the

Pastime

Drama

rolled

for the

of Eternity,

He

does Himself contrive, enact, behold.

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vain, down on the stubborn BUT Earth, to

if

in

floor

Of

and up

Heav'n's unopening Door,

You

gaze Today, while

You

are

You how

then

Tomorrow, You when

shall be

You no more?

II

/ASTE

not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit

dispute;

^Af Of This and That endeavor and

Better be jocund with the fruitful

Grape

Than sadden

after none, or bitter. Fruit.

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y OU
f
I

know,

my Friends,

with what a brave Carouse

made a Second Marriage

Divorced old barren Reason

my house; from my Bed,

in

And

took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.

FOR And
Of
all

**

Is
**

and ** Is-not ** though with Rule and Up-and-down " by Logic 1 define.
I

**

Line,

that one should care to fathom,

Was

never deep in anything but

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Wine.

Z3H,
I I

but

my Computations,

People say,

Reduced the Year to better reckoning? *T was only striking from the Calendar

Nay,

Unborn Tomorrow, and dead Yesterday.

nND Came
He
bid

lately,

by the Tavern Door agape,

shining through the

Dusk an Angel Shape

Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and

me

taste of

it;

and

*t

was
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the Grape!

Grape that can with Logic absolute THE The Two-and-Seventy

jarring Sects confute:

The

sovereign Alchemist that in a trice

Life's leaden

metal into Gold transmute;

mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord, THE That and black Horde

all

the misbelieving

Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.
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V
I

HY,

be this Juice the growth of God,

tendril as a
it,

who dare

Blaspheme the twisted

a Curse

Snare?

A Blessing, we should use

if

should we not?
it

And

why, then, Who set

I

there?

MUST abjure the Balm of Life,

must.

Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust.

Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink, To fill the Cup when crumbled into Dust!
51

O
^

THREATS of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!

certain

One thing at least is One thing is certain and

This
is

Life flies;

the rest

Lies;

The Flower that once has blown

forever dies.

^-^TRANGE,

is it

not? that

of the

myriads who

Before us pass*d the door of Darkness through,

Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too.
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Revelations THE Who

Are all They told

Devout and Learn'd rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
of

their fellows,

and

to Sleep returned.

SENT my
I

Soul through the Invisible,

that After-life to spell;

Some

letter of

And by and by my Soul return'd to me. And answer'd, " myself am Heav'n and Hell."
I

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MEAV'N but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,

And
Hell the

Shadow from a Soul on

fire.

Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late emerged from, shall so soon expire.

iE

\Af
In

no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go

are

Round with

the Sun-illumin*d Lantern held

of the

Midnight by the Master

Show;

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BUT Upon
And

helpless Pieces of the

this

Game He
of

plays

Checkerboard

Nights and Days;

Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,

one by one back in the Closet

lays.

no question makes THE There But Here

Ball

of

Ayes and Noes,

or

as strikes the Player goes;

And He that toss*d you down into the Field, He knows about it all He knows HE knows!
55

Moving Finger THE Moves on: nor your

all

writes; and,

having writ,

Piety nor

Wit
it.

Shall lure

it

back to cancel half a Line,

Nor

all

your Tears wash out a

Word

of

that Bowl they nND Whereunder crawling coop'd we

inverted
call

the Sky,
live

and

die,

Lift

not your hands to

It for

help
I.

for It

As

impotently moves as you or

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II

IITH

Earth's

first

Clay They did the Last

Man

knead,

And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: And the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

/ESTERDAY This Day's Madness did prepare;

Tomorrow's
Drink! for you Drink! for
Silence,

Triumph, or Despair:

know not whence you came, nor why: you know not why you go, nor where.
57

TELL you
I

this

When, started from the Goal,

Plot of Dust and Soul.

Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,

In

my predestin'd

a THE Vine had my Being

struck
If

fiber:

which about
a Key,

clings

let

the Dervish flout;

filed

Of That

my

Base metal

may

be

shall unlock the

Door he howls without.

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nND Kindle

this

know: whether the one True Light

to Love, or
of It

One Flash

Wrath-consume me within the Tavern caught

quite,

Better than in the

Temple

lost outright.

II

I HAT! out of senseless

Nothing to provoke
to resent the yoke

\Af

A conscious Something

Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!

59

IV

/HAT! from
Pure Gold
for

his helpless Creature be repaid

for

^^
And

Sue

what he lent him dross-allay*da Debt we never did contract,

can not answer

Oh the sorry trade!

pitfall

OTHOU, who didst with

Enmesh, and then impute

and with gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with Predestin'd Evil round

my
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Fall to Sin!

OTHOU, who Man

And
For
Is
all

of baser

Earth didst make,

ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:

the Sin wherewith the Face of

Man

blacken'd

Man's forgiveness give and take!

Z3 S under cover of departing Day

I
I

Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away.

Once more within the Potter's house alone stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
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^^HAPES of all Sorts and Sizes,

'^

great

and

small,

That stood along the floor and by the wall; And some loquacious Vessels were; and some
all.

Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at

^^AID
And

one among them

the

" Surely not

in vain

My substance of

common Earth was

ta'en

to this Figure molded, to be broke.

Or trampled back

to shapeless Earth again."

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THEN said a Second

" Ne'er a peevish Boy

in joy;

Would break the Bowl from which he drank And He that with his hand the Vessel made Will surely not in after Wrath destroy."

nPTER a momentary silence spake

Some
"

Vessel of a

more ungainly Make;

They sneer at me for leaning all awry: " What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?
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1 1

IHEREAT some one of

I

the loquacious Lot-

\Ar

think a Sufi pipkin

waxing hot

" All this of Pot

and Potter

Tell

me

then,
*'

Who

is

the Potter, pray,

and who the Pot?

II

IHY,** said another, " Some there are who

tell

\Ar Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell The luckless Pots he marr'd in making Pish! He *s a Good Fellow, and 't will all be well.*'

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II

lELL/* murmur'd one, " Let whoso make or buy,

is

^f My Clay with long Oblivion

gone dry:

But fill me with the old familiar Juice, Methinks I might recover by and by."

^ And
Now

^STO

while the Vessels one by one were speaking

little

The

Moon

look'd in that

all

were seeking:
'*

then they jogg'd each other, " Brother! Brother!

for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!

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with the Grape my fading Life provide, nH, And wash the Body whence the Life has died,

And

lay me, shrouded in the Hving Leaf,

By some not unfrequented

Garden-side.

THAT ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare

Of Vintage
shall fling

up

into the Air

As
But

not a True-believer passing by

unaware.
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shall be overtaken

INDEED
And
sold

the Idols

have loved so long

Have done my credit in this World much wrong: Have drown*d my Glory in a shallow Cup,

my

Reputation

for a

Song.

INDEED,
I

indeed, Repentance oft before

I

swore

but was

sober

when

swore?

And

then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand

My

threadbare Penitence apieces tore.

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Wine has play'd the much nND And robb'd me my Robe Honor Well,
as
Infidel,

of

of

wonder often what the Vintners buy

sell.

One-half so precious as the stuff they

y ET Ah,
f

that Spring should vanish with the Rose!

close!

That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should The Nightingale that in the branches sang. Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
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IV

I^^^^

^"^ *^^ Desert

of the

Fountain yield

\Af

One glimpse if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd, To which the fainting Traveler might spring. As springs the trampled herbage of the field!

IV y^^^^ ^^^ some winged Angel ere too \Af Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate. And make the stern Recorder otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!

late

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nHTo

Love! could you and

with

Him

conspire

grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,

shatter
it

Would not we
Re-mold
it

to bits

and then

nearer to the Heart's Desire!

^/ON

rising

Moon

that looks for us again

she

How oft hereafter will How oft hereafter rising

this

wax and wane;

look for us

Through

same Garden

and for One in vain!

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when OND Among

like her,

oh Saki, you

shall pass

the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,

And
Where
I

in

your joyous errand reach the spot

Glass!

made One turn down an empty

TAMAM

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so HERE ENDETH "THE RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM," THE POET ASTRONOMER OF NAISHAPUR. AS RENDERED INTO ENGLISH VERSE BY EDWARD FITZ GERALD. AND PRINTED BY THE ROYCROFTERS. THEIR SHOP, WHICH IS IN EAST AURORA. NEW YORK

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