Poems by Omar Khayyam
| [1] AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night | |
| [2] Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky | |
| [3] And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before | |
| [4] Now the New Year reviving old Desires | |
| [5] Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose | |
| [6] And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine | |
| [7] Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring | |
| [8] And look -- a thousand Blossoms with the Day | |
| [9] But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot | |
| [10] With me along the strip of Herbage strown | |
| [11] Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough | |
| [12] "How sweet is mortal Sovranty!" -- think some: | |
| [13] Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo | |
| [14] The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon | |
| [15] And those who husbanded the Golden Grain | |
| [16] Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai | |
| [17] They say the Lion and the Lizard keep | |
| [18] I sometimes think that never blows so red | |
| [19] And this delightful Herb whose tender Green | |
| [20] Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears | |
| [21] Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best | |
| [22] And we, that now make merry in the Room | |
| [23] Ah, make the most of what we may yet spend | |
| [24] Alike for those who for To-day prepare | |
| [25] Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd | |
| [26] Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise | |
| [27] Myself when young did eagerly frequent | |
| [28] With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow | |
| [29] Into this Universe, and Why not knowing | |
| [30] What, without asking, hither hurried whence? | |
| [31] Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate | |
| [32] There was a Door to which I found no Key: | |
| [33] Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried | |
| [34] Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn | |
| [35] I think the Vessel, that with fugitive | |
| [36] For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day | |
| [37] Ah, fill the Cup: -- what boots it to repeat | |
| [38] One Moment in Annihilation's Waste | |
| [39] How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit | |
| [40] You know, my Friends, how long since in my House | |
| [41 - later edition] Perplext no more with Human or Divine Perplext no more with Human or Divine | |
| [41] For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line | |
| [42 - later edition] Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit | |
| [42] And lately, by the Tavern Door agape | |
| [43] The Grape that can with Logic absolute | |
| [44] The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord | |
| [45] But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me | |
| [46 - later edition] Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare | |
| [46] For in and out, above, about, below | |
| [47] And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press | |
| [48] While the Rose blows along the River Brink | |
| [49] 'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days | |
| [50] The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes | |
| [51 - later edition] Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside | |
| [51] The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ | |
| [52 - later edition] But that is but a Tent wherein may rest | |
| [52] And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky | |
| [53 - later edition] I sent my Soul through the Invisible | |
| [53] With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead | |
| [54] I tell Thee this -- When, starting from the Goal | |
| [55] The Vine has struck a fiber: which about | |
| [56] And this I know: whether the one True Light | |
| [57] Oh Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with gin | |
| [58] Oh, Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make | |
| [59] Listen again | |
| [60] And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot | |
| [61] Then said another -- "Surely not in vain | |
| [62] Another said -- "Why, ne'er a peevish Boy | |
| [63] None answer'd this; but after Silence spake | |
| [64] Said one -- "Folks of a surly Tapster tell | |
| [65] Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh | |
| [66] So while the Vessels one by one were speaking | |
| [67] Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide | |
| [68] That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare | |
| [69] Indeed the Idols I have loved so long | |
| [70] Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before | |
| [71] And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel | |
| [72] Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! | |
| [73] Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire | |
| [74] Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane | |
| [75] And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass |
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