Sunday, June 24, 2012

Favourites from The Rubaiyat

Some of my favourites from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, the eternal fountain to which I seem to gravitate towards whenever I tend to reflect on life and living. These are from Fitzgerald's transliterations, which, despite criticism from some of the purists, are remarkable in the way they have scaled the twin peaks of beauty and meaning..

And, 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."

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
 The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
 The Bird of Time has but a little way
 To fly--and lo! the Bird is on the Wing


Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
 TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears:
 To-morrow! Why, To-morrow I may be
 Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.


Some for the Glories of This World; and some
 Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
 Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
 Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!


Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
 And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
 A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries,"
 Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There!"


After 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?"


"Well," murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy,
 "My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
 "But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
 "Methinks I might recover by and by."


And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
 And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--Well,
 I wonder often what the Vintners buy
 One half so precious as the stuff they sell.


Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
 Before we too into the Dust descend;
 Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
 Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!


Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
 To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, 
 Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
 Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

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