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My body’s life and strength proceed from Thee,
My soul within and spirit are of Thee,
My being is of Thee and Thou art mine,
And I am thine, since I am lost in Thee.
A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)
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!
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame — were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcase crippled to abide?
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
A book, a woman, and a flask of wine:
The three make heaven for me; it may be thine
Is some sour place of singing cold and bare —
But then, I never said thy heaven was mine.
Le Gallienne, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1897)
Oh, Thou who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
Is blacken'd — Man's forgiveness give — and take!
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
The luckless Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
"He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
Oh, threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain — This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
If the heart knew life’s secrets here below,
At death ’twould know God’s secret’s too, I trow;
But if you know naught here, while still yourself,
To-morrow, stripped of self, what can you know?
A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter — and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare
Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air
As not a True-believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
Would but some wing'ed Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern Recorder otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
As under cover of departing Day
Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away,
Once more within the Potter's house alone
I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
But come with old Khayyám, and leave the Lot
Of Kaikobád and Kaikhosrú forgot:
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hátim Tai cry Supper — heed them not.
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
Think, in this battered Caravanserai,
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (1120)
A moment guess'd — then back behind the Fold
Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll'd
Which, for the Pastime of Eternity,
He doth Himself contrive, enact, behold.
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
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!"
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and dispute;
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)
"How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"—think some:
Others — "How blest the Paradise to come!"
Ah, take the Cash in hand and wave the Rest;
Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!
FitzGerald, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (1859)