Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam of Naishapúr
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultáns Turret in a Noose of Light.
Dreaming when Dawns Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Lifes Liquor in its Cup be dry.
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shoutedOpen then the Door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more.
Now 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.
Irám indeed is gone with all its Rose,
And Jamshýds Sevn-ringd Cup where no one knows;
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the Water blows.
And Davids Lips are lockt; but in divine
High piping Pehleví, with Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!the Nightingale cries to the Rose
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