rubáiyát of omar khayyám, english trans edward fitzgerald 1901

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RUBAIYAT OFOMAR KHAYYAM


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And if there be no meeting after deatti,If all be silence, darknessyet 'tis rest.

Be not afraid, ye waiting hearts that weep,For God's will ' giveth his beloved sleep,'

And if an endless sleep He wills so best.HUXLEY,


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'^""rubaiyat of^ovOMAR KHAYYAMIN ENGLISH VERSE > BYEDWARD FITZGERALD

LONDON i HOWARD WILFORD BELLHASTINGS HOUSE, NORFOLK STREET, STRAND

1901


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CONTENTSThe First Version of the Rubaiyat .Life of Omar Khayyam by FitzGeraldLife of Edward FitzGeraldA Note by N, H. Do'eIn Praise of Omar by John HayVocabulary .....

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To the Rose-tree from Omar's Grave,planted at Fitzgerald'sAlike from alien lips one music flowsTo flush the Orient Rose,Far''Sundered spirits finding each in herHis dream's interpreter,

JOHN B. TABB,


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THE FIRST VERSIONOF THE RUBAIYATI

Awake ! for Morning in the Bowl of NightHas flung the Stone that puts the Stars to

Flight

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And Lo ! the Hunter of the East has caughtThe Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light,

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Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was inthe Sky

I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,' Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup

Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry,'ui

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood beforeThe Tavern shouted ' Open then the Door!You know how little while we have to stay.And, once departed, may return no more,*

IVNow the New Year reviving old Desires,The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough

Puts out, and Jesus from the ground suspires,A 1


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THE FIRST VERSIONV

Ifam indeed Is gone with all its Rose,And Jamshyd's Sev'n/ring'd Cup where noone knows

But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,And still a Garden by the Water blows,VI

And David's Lips are lock't ; but in divineHigh piping Pehlevi, with 'Wine! Wine!Wine!

Red Wine!'the Nightingale cries to theRose

That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.

vnCome, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of SpringThe Winter Garment of Repentance fling sThe Bird of Time has but a little way

To flyand Lo ! the Bird is on the Wing,VIII

And looka thousand Blossoms with the DayWokeand a thousand scatter'd into Clay sAnd this first Summer Month that bringsthe Rose

Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away,2


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OF THE RUBAIYATIX

But come with old Khayyam, and leave theLotOf Kaikobad and Kaikhosrii forgot s

Let Rustum lay about him as he will,Or Hatim Tai cry Supper- heed them not,

"With me along some Strip of Herbage strownThat just divides the desert from the sown,Where name of Slave and Sultan scarce is

known,And pity Sultan Mahmiid on his Throne.

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Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verseand ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness

And Wilderness is Paradise enow,

xn' How sweet is mortal Sovranty ! 'think some;Others ' How blest the Paradise to come i *

Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest;Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum !

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THE FIRST VERSIONxra

Look to the Rose that blows about us

*Lo,Laughing/ she says, ' into the World I blowAt once the silken Tassel of my Purse

Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw/

XIVThe Worldly Hope men set their Hearts uponTurns Ashesor it prospers ; and anon,

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty FaceLighting a little Hour or twois gone

rubáiyát of omar khayyám, english trans edward fitzgerald 1901

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