The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam | Page 9

Edward Fitzgerald
once has blown for ever dies.
XXVII.
Myself when young did eagerly frequent?Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument?About it and about: but evermore?Came out by the same Door as in I went.
XXVIII.
With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,?And with my own hand labour'd it to 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 blowing.
XXX.
What, without asking, hither hurried whence??And, without asking, whither hurried hence!?Another and another Cup to drown?The Memory of this Impertinence!
XXXI.
Up from Earth's Centre through the seventh Gate?I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,?And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;?But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate.
XXXII.
There was a Door to which I found no Key:?There was a Veil past which I could not see:?Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE?There seemed--and then no more of THEE and ME.
XXXIII.
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,?Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide?Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"?And--"A blind understanding!" Heav'n replied.
XXXIV.
Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn?My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:?And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--"While you live,?Drink!--for once dead you never shall return."
XXXV.
I think the Vessel, that with fugitive?Articulation answer'd, once did live,?And merry-make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd?How many Kisses might it take--and give.
XXXVI.
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,?I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:?And with its all obliterated Tongue?It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!"
XXXVII.
Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat?How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:?Unborn TO-MORROW and dead YESTERDAY,?Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!
XXXVIII.
One Moment in Annihilation's Waste,?One moment, of the Well of Life to taste--?The Stars are setting, and the Caravan?Starts for the dawn of Nothing--Oh, make haste!
XXXIX.
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit?Of This and That endeavour and dispute??Better be merry with the fruitful Grape?Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
XL.
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House?For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:?Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,?And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
XLI.
For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line,?And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define,?I yet in all I only cared to know,?Was never deep in anything but--Wine.
XLII.
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,?Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape,?Bearing a vessel on his Shoulder; and?He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
XLIII.
The Grape that can with Logic absolute?The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:?The subtle Alchemist that in a Trice?Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute.
XLIV.
The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord,?That all the misbelieving and black Horde?Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul?Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword.
XLV.
But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me?The Quarrel of the Universe let be:?And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,?Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.
XLVI.
For in and out, above, about, below,?'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,?Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,?Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
XLVII.
And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,?End in the Nothing all Things end in--YesThen?fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what?Thou shalt be--Nothing--Thou shalt not be less.
XLVIII.
While the Rose blows along the River Brink,?With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink:?And when the Angel with his darker Draught?Draws up to thee--take that, and do not shrink.
XLVIX.
'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days?Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:?Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,?And one by one back in the Closet lays.
L.
The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,?But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;?And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,?He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
LI.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,?Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit?Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,?Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
LII.
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,?Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,?Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It?Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
LIII.
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead,?And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:?Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote?What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
LIV.
I tell Thee this--When, starting from the Goal,?Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal?Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,?In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul
LV.
The Vine had struck a Fibre; which about?It clings my Being--let the Sufi flout;?Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key,?That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
LVI.
And this I know: whether the one True Light,?Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite,?One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught?Better
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