FcVBAlY^T KHAYYi^ ArKICHARJ) UGALUENNE GIFT OF Mrs, I. V:. Aiken University of California • Berkeley RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM By Richard Le Gallienne REVISED Purple Cloth. Price, ^i . 25 net Forthcoming Price, ;^i.25 net RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM A PARAPHRASE FROM SEVERAL LITERAL TRANSLATIONS BT RICHARD LE GALLIENNE A NEW EDITION WITH FIFTY ADDED QUATRAINS JOHN LANE THE BODLEY HEAD MCMII Copyright, l8g'/, igoi, by John Lane NEW EDITION €o SFxdie i^onregarft FAN^, DENMARK AUGUST 24, 1897 Co tl^e MtaUt I am told that an apology will be expected of me for this humhlt attempt to add to the poetry of nations. For my party I believe that poetry should be its own apology ^ and that in so far as the following paraphrase is poetry ^ it will need no further justification. However y as there is another name upon the title-page besides my own^ perhaps I owe it to my reverence for Omar Khayyam and Edward FitzGerald to make a few minor explanations. "To plead that the idea of a new verse rendering of Omar Khay- yam was not my own unassisted impertinence^ is but to hint at the originality of the English publisher ^ without easing the burden of my responsibility. As for that very minor matter ^ my Persian^ I would put it to my friends of the Omar Khayyam Club — whether Persian be any ^necessary adjunct or true ornament* of your true Omarian, In'- II ' 1 V JA0 2y AiS ii;ii AIM u deed^ I have a notion^ — whichy of course, may be quite erroneous — that a knowledge of Persian disqualifies one for membership in that genial society. It would seem a sort of unkindness towards Fitz- Gerald, — as suggesting, what it is the growing fashion to forget, that there ever was any such person as Omar at all. However, there seems to be no real doubt that there was, and that he has transmitted across some seven hundred years a series of cabalistic al ink-stains, — like the markings on flowers, — which Messrs, Nicolas, Whinfield, and McCarthy agree in interpreting as nearly alike as is no matter. Of these rose-leaves freakt with jet, ^ these rubaiyat, these quatrains, Omars editors count, roughly, some five hundred, many of which are of doubtful authenticity, 1'hese in the original manuscripts are subject to an arbitrary alphabetical arrangement which is no arrangement. T!hey are a veritable pot^ pourri of wine-stained petals — red, yellow, and white — 12 . . . maybe The Saki gathered them that night he went Across the grass and that sad moon arose. Probably the original rose of Omar was^ so to speaky never a rose at ally but only petals toward the making of a rose; and per- haps FitzGerald did not so much bring Omars rose to bloom again ^ as make it bloom for the first time. 'The petals came from Persia^ but it was an English magician who charmed them into a living rose. Welly out of that hoard of wine-stained rose-leaves y FitzGerald made his wonderful Rose of the Hundred and One Petals — purple rose incomparable for glory and perfume. He had chosen many of the richest petals y but he had left many behindy — and it is chiefly of these that I have made my little yellow rose. I have persisted in this image because it is really an accurate des- cription of what I conceive to have been FitzGerald' s method of dealing with his original, as it describes my own method of manipw- lating the translations on which the following poem is based. In making my version I have, of course, employed the form of qua- train naturalised by FitzGerald — naturalised, it must be remember- ed, and not invented; the unrhymed third line being a feature of the original rubdiy, and the melody of the whole quatrain being accounted by those able to judge a beautiful echo of the old Persian music, ^here appears to be this difference, however, that the rhymes in the Persian are trisyllabic, a metrical effect not dignified in English, One slight variation of the accepted form I have occa- sionally attempted, following what appears to be a trick of emphasis not infrequently employed in the original — the repetition of one em- -phatic word three times in lieu of rhymes, as in this quatrain : — Would you seek beauty, seek it underground ; ^ Would you find strength — the strong are underground ; And would you next year seek my love and me. Who knows but you must seek us — underground ? H To Mr, McCarthy s charming prose version I have to express my chief obligation. Those who know it will be able to discover for themselves to what extent I have literally followed, to what extent departed from, and to what extent expanded his prose, I confess to having made the freest use of my own fancy, and a number of the following quatrains have little or no verbal parallel in the original. Such, however, are never, in my judgment, foreign to Omars man- ner of thought, but are rather explicit expressions of philosophy im- plicit in his verses, The quatrains in celebration of the clay provide a case in point. Omar never tires of pondering the riddle of the dust — What buried moons of beauty Time hath hid Deep in eartFs dusty bosom from of old; and my verses but more particularly formulate a mystic materialism which, obviously, is the very heart of his philosophy, A propos the clay, the reader will miss that little book of the pots which 15 is one of the triumphs of Fitz Gerald's version. Omar gives several hints for that quaint little miracle-flay^ but the development of them is so much FitzGerald' s own that there was no option but to leave the pots alone, ^ The reader may remark that Omar s pessimism in the following paraphrase is mitigated more frequently by moods of optimism than in FitzGerald, In his attitude to the Deity, the ^ he s a good fel- low' note is more frequently sounded, a curiously complete and abandoned faith alternating paradoxically with the most savage criticism and despair. In this my paraphrase accords more nearly with the Omar of the more literal translators — for Omar is always ready to curse God with one cup and love Him with the next. One interest of Omars existence I may perhaps claim to repre- sent with a more proportionate fulness, — his interest in love and * women with languorous narcissus eyes' Inhere are a consider- ably greater number of verses devoted to that pleasant subject in i6 the original than one would gather from FitzGerald ; and though^ after Oriental fashion^ woman was merely an interlude in Omar s life^ a pety a playthings there are several quatrains which breathe quite a modern intensity of passion, "That Omar sometimes made use of wine and women as symbols of his mystical philosophy is, doubtless, true ; but that he more often made a simpler use of them is, happily, still more certain — for Omar was, emphatically, a poet who found his ideal in the real. As it proved impracticable to give even such random continuity to these love-verses, as I have attempted in the body of the poem, I have made use of them as an intermezzo, a device of arrangement which is appropriate as suggesting the intercalary importance of women in the life of the great thinker-drinker — as though, in some pause of his grave or humourous argument, he should turn to caress the little moon at his side, RICHARD LE GALLIENNE waggoner's wells, hind head, surrey. 17 0ott to ti^c 0m emion TAe writer has taken the opportunity of this new edition to make one or two revisions^ and to addffty quatrains, MINNEAPOLIS, U. S. A. 24th NOVEMBER, I9OO 18 RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM f ' / '' RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM Wake ! for the sun, the shepherd of the sky. Has penned the stars within their fold on high, / And, shaking darkness from his mighty hmbs. Scatters the dayHght from his burning eye. In Heaven's blue bowl the wine of morning brims, A little cloud, a rose-leaf, in it swims, 2, The thirsty earth drinks morning from a bowl Whose sides are space and crusted stars its rims. Yea! 'tis the morn! and like a morning star The Sultan's palace glitters from afar, ^. No false mirage of morning, phantom-fair. But blue-eyed day throned on his diamond car. 21 Awake! my soul, and haste betimes to drink. This sun that rises all too soon shall sink, — ^' Come, come, O vintner, ope thy drowsy door! We die of thirst upon the fountain's brink.* Poor homeless men that have no other home. Unto the wine-shop early are we come, ^''^ Since darkling dawn have we been waiting here. Waiting and waiting for the day to come. For some have love, some gold, and some have fame. But we have nothing, least of all a name, ^- Nothing but wine, yet ah! how much to say. Nothing but wine — yet happy all the same. Youth, like a magic bird, has flown away. He sang a little morning-hour in May, 7. Sang to the Rose, his love, that too is gone— Whither is more than you or I can say. *Th's line luill he recognised as the famous refrain of a ballad by Charles d" Orleans , but Omar has in another connection this almost identical passage : — ^ I am racked ivith thirsty and yet afresh cool stream floivs before me.* 22 O have you deemed, who looked on us with scorn. Poor drunkards, dreaming-drunk from morn to morn, 5' Our raiment stained, our reputation gone. That all our heart is grape or barley-corn ? Within the haunted wine-cup more than wine It is that makes a mortal man divine, ?• We seek a drink more deadly and more strange Than ever grew on any earthly vine. The wine-cup is the little silver well Where Truth, if Truth there be, doth ever dwell; /0' Death too is there, — and Death who would not seek?- And Love that in itself is Heaven and Hell. The wine-cup is a wistful magic glass. Wherein all day old faces smile and pass, "- Dead lips press ours upon its scented brim. Old voices whisper many a sweet *alas!' 23 And sometimes in the nodding afternoon, When all is listening-still and half-a-swoon, /^. Sudden one lifts a shining startled face, — Hark! 'tis the magic bird, the magic tune! Drunkards! so be it — yet, if all were wise. All would be drunk like us, with dreaming eyes : IS. Poor sober world, so doleful all the day. Leave mosque and mart, and join our Paradise. There are no sorrows wine cannot allay. There are no sins wine cannot wash away, /«?. There are no riddles wine knows not to read. There are no debts wine is too poor to pay. Would you forget a woman, drink red wine ; Would you remember her, then drink red wine I i^' Is your heart breaking just to see her face ? Gaze deep within this mirror of red wine. 24 If thou wilt keep my head well filled with wine, I care not if the whole round world be thine ; ^^' O fading kingdoms and forgotten kings, I know a better kingdom — drink red wine. Within the tavern each man is a king, Wine is the slave that brings him — anything ; /7' O friend, be wise in time and join our band. Drink and forget, and laugh and dance and sing. 25 Who brought thee last night lovely to my side ? Who drew thy warm veil cunningly aside ? /^. Who snatched thee back again so soon, so soon f Who set this hell-fire burning in my side? hike a dead man within thine arms I lay^ Entranced beyond the bounds of night and day — If. O cruel breath of the dissevering dawn That bids me fiy who would for ever stay! 26 Yea, it is truly Khayyam that you see. These are his dancing-girls, and drunk is he, :2 Change to a music sweet as rivers flowing — If I were God, and this poor world were ours. If I were God, I would not wait the years To solve the mystery of human tears; //*. And, unambiguous, I would speak my will. Nor hint it darkly to the dreaming seers. If / were God ! this I ! — a poor old man Whose heaven is wine, whose hell is Ramadan; 7/7. Poor dizzy head within a reeling world. Poor trembling hand — the steadfast heavens to span ! 56 Be not too proud^ my little haughty moony Nor to my love deny so small a boon; us. My heart is heavy, love can make it light—- Fair as a flower — and faded just as soon! What though thy body like a moon be fair. Tulips thy cheeks, and like a bower thy hair, — u*l,Strange that the builder of the heavens should deigi To paint thy little phantom on the air I Vain little breath of sweet rose-coloured dust. For such as thou Death hath a fearful lust, — iX»»See, where he tears the rose's veil aside. Kisses and shatters her with one wild gust. r S7 *Tis a strange world we came to, You and I, Whence no man knows, and surely none knows why, . it Why we remain — a harder question still. And still another — whither when we die? Into this life of cruel wonder sent. Without a word to tell us what it meant, /Z2. Sent back again without a reason why — Birth, life, and death — 'twas all astonishment. I wonder why I go on living still This life of pain and poison ; why I still / 23 Trust friends, hope good, still fight and still have faith In this world's business — still, think of it, still ! I gave my heart, and life returns me — nought ; My mind, my soul, I gave — for what ? For nought. /*^.A11 dreams and loves and hopes I freely gave. Nothing is left to give — I give it — nought ! S8 Some say we came God*s purpose to fulfil — 'Faith a poor purpose then, if so you will; ^A^** Sport for the heavenly huntsmen, others say, — Sorry the sport, methinks, and poor the skill. What purpose think you has the Saki there. Pouring those shining motes of wine and air ? /i^A bubble's life — can it be nought to him? A million bubbles — he must surely care! Passionate particles of dust and sun. Run your brief race, nor ask why it is run — /i7We are but shadow-pictures, voices, dreams; Perchance they make and break us — -just for fun. 59 O Love, I come to worship in your shrine y There is no part of you is not divine, ZS' There is no part of you not human too^ There is no part of you that is not mine ; Except — except — that heart of precious stone y Cold heart no man shall ever call his own, '^j^ Nor fire warm, nor might of loving win. Heart great, and cold, enough to dwell alone. Though the green world were wrapped in fiaming hell. Though sun and stars from out their stations fell, f36,Still, merciless Beloved, would I stand Firm in your path and ask you, ^^ Is it well?*' 60 'Tis a great fuss, all this of Thee and Me, Important folk are we — to Thee and Me ; /3f. Yet what if we mean nothing after all. And what if Heaven cares nought — for Thee and Me ? All those who in their graves unheeded lie Were just as pompous once as You and I, Mz-Complacent spake their little arrogant names. And wagged their heads, and never thought to die. A beauty sleeps beneath yon quiet grass Who dreamed her face the world might not surpass, /jf.Strength is her neighbour, but he boasts no more, — And over them the wind cries out, "Alas ! " Would you seek beauty, seek it underground; Would you find strength — the strong are underground; /'J^s"'And would you next year seek my love and me. Who knows but you must seek us — underground? 6i O hearty my hearty the world is weary-wise^ My only resting-place is your deep eyeSy slO wrap me warm in their illusive love^--^ For well I know that they are also lies. 62 Sometimes as, cup in hand among the flowers, I think on all my witty wasted hours, f^jl see that wine has been a fable too. Yes ! even wine — so false a world is ours. Yet were it vain some other way to try, Of all our lying wine is least a lie, /as. All earthly roads wind nowhere in the end, — What matters then the road we travel by ? Traveller in many lands — that too is nought! And thou art rich and wise — alas! 'tis nought! '^?.But, poor and foolish, thou hast stayed at home,- Believe me, friend, that that is also nought ! O weary man upon a weary earth. What is this toil that we call living worth? / f' Yea! hath less mind and motion of its ow^n — About the business of the heavenly love. Nor are those sightless stars a whit more wise. Impotent silver dots upon the dice i(»f. The lords of heaven each night and morning throw. In some tremendous hazard of the skies. Nay! think no more, but grip the slender waist Of her whose kisses leave no bitter taste, / 7«5>' Reason's a hag, and love a painted jade, — Come, daughter of the vine, dear and disgraced. *Tis a wild wife, but sweet, my saintly brother. Nor in this sour world know I such another ; J J/. Sweet but forbidden — ^yet who would not prefer The wanton daughter to the lawful mother? 73 Sweet but forbidden — forbidden because 'tis sweet ! For salt and sour is mortal's proper meat, r/x. Let but a grain of honey fall therein. And straight the surly leech forbids us eat. O tattered robe, and face with loving pale. Pass me not by — I am the nightingale /^^.That dares to sing of Riot and the Rose, And, brother, I would give thee hand and hail. But, sinner, there's one thing I want to hear, O tell me, is your sinning quite sincere ? /74V You would not leave it even though you could, Say that you would not, O my brother dear. Remember, all the pious who cry shame. With holy horror, on your tattered fame, r7i' Watch only for the opportunity Of turned backs and the dark — to do the same. 74 Strange in this wicked world how hard to find A fellow- soul to honest sin inclined ; /7i>. Sinners at home are always saints abroad, The rose must never dare to speak its mind! Let us at least who think the Rose is best Not, paltry, lie about it like the rest, i 17' But lift our glasses frankly in the sun. And take our loves as frankly to our breast. Here is the creed of Omar : I believe In wine and roses, also I believe n^.ln woman (what a foolish thing to do !) And in the God that made them I believe. God gave me eyesight — shall I rob my eyes ? He gave me smell — instead of merchandise ; / 7?. Members and senses delicate to feed — Who bids me starve them God himself denies. 75 A sheik once took a harlot in her shame. Calling the poor soul many an ugly name ; ' )fo « 'Tis true," she wept, " all I appear I am ; But, sheik, of thee would I could say the same ! " O speak not evil of these dancing flowers, These girls that arrogantly we call ours — /s/ Yours, mine, and any one's who bids and buys— 0 God ! the pity of the fate of flowers ! Yea, none shall tell that I have turned away. Ungrateful, when some woman bid me stay ; /saThe golden invitation of a friend 1 answered ever with a thankful "Yea." My days are filled with wonder and with wine, (Wine helps the wonder, wonder helps the wine,) /S^.But in the night my bosom fills with tears — Tears, tears, for one who never can be mine. 76 Even sad eyes must sparkle in the sun, But when the miracle of day is done, /s-J-. Down in a bankrupt darkness deep I lie, Haunted by all I lost — and might have won ! Yet was there aught to win that is not mine? I ask not money — only to buy wine; I S6*. Women forsake me not for all my sins — What better winnings, pious friend, are thine ? I am not fit for hell — I am too small; For heaven I am too heretical; i^i*A love both places, yet not one enough — 'Twixt the two stools I fall, and fall, and fall. 77 O dearer than the soul that gives me breathy Dearer than life, as the old proverb saith; i^^l'Nayy that is but a sorry compliment , — For thou, my love, art dearer even than death. Face like a glass wherein all heaven lieSy A firmament reflected in two eyes, / 8 s . Thanks to your heaven I am deep in hell. The shadow of your laughter is my sighs. My cheeks like hollow cups are filled with tears. My body is a haunted house of fears, i'^f. My heart is like a wine-jar filled with blood — O God I those sightless eyes, those small deaf ears. 78 If only one dare tell the lovely things The nightingale unto the red rose sings ! /?«3'*See! I am Yusuf's flower/ the red rose cries. And wide and warm her sanguine bodice flings. O ignorant world that brutishly denies Free speech unto the exquisitely wise; '*?'• A thousand pearls — yet only one is threaded! Alas ! for noble truth that hourly dies. Strange in a world so wonderfully planned The thick-wit fool should always rule the land, — f'i^'Ahl well, the cup must solve that riddle too, *Tis more than we shall ever understand. But shall the jocund wise be sent to school For ever to the narrow-minded fool, /?3.The evil-smelling saint outlaw the rose. The joyless make for joy a joyless rule? 79 Why should it be that those who merit least Must always be the masters of the feast, /^4. The fool's purse fat, the wise man's ever lean, And Beauty's self the harlot of the Beast ? When to this loot of life I come anear. Hoping to snatch some little worldly gear, f^6". I find the fools have carted off the best. And nought is left for me but — hope and fear. 'Tis written clear within the Book of Fate, The little always shall oppress the great, I'jb' Who most deserves be slave to those who least. And only fools and rascals go in state. 80 O Love, why say so oft — *the world! the world!* Have we not put it by — the world! the world! 1 7 7. That cruel thief of all our dearest joys. Hath it not all but murdered us — the world! 81 At what strange prices are we bought and sold. All is not golden that is bought with gold, I IS The foolish costliness of worthless things — 0 for the scorn to tell it, stern and bold ! Yet is it well the vain world never knows True riches from their counterfeited shows, ///' For what would happen if the vine were dear. And men must sell a world to buy a rose! Allah is good! he blinds the rich man's eyes That he the weary and the worthless buys, 7^0 Gaining great store of all uncomely things. And leaves the lovely for the poor and wise. 1 would not change the song the flute-girl sings For all the diadems of weary kings, 5^A His joys the Sultan shares with all the world. His cares he keeps — a chain of glittering rings. 82 Have I not wine, and love to drink with me, A garden and a gracious company 2*3. Of sweet-faced dancers, and the rising moon?— This is the happy half of sovereignty. If in this shadowland of life thou hast Found one true heart to love thee, hold it fast; 1 03. Love it again, give all to keep it thine. For love like nothing in the world can last. Long have T sought, but seldom found a lover; To love aright is to be nought but lover, lo'h.He who would love, yet eat and rest him too. Is still an animal, and not a lover. For love is a great sleepless, foodless fire. Love never moves his eyes from his desire; 2 06*. Were love to sleep, — awaking, love were gone; And what gross sustenance should love require ? 83 Moon of my nighty and art thou really here! My happy eyes dare not believe thee here ! ^oL.O lovey lovey love, — come let us drink for joy- Until again I doubt that thou art here! 84 Nay, ask me not about the FouR-and-FiVE, Is it not strange enough to be aUve ? 7.i>'j.I am so busy with that daring thought — How should I care about the FouR-and-FiVE ? Expect not simple Khayyam to make plain The riddles of your little prying brain, losWho stops to marvel at the simplest flower Wonders with nought but wonder may explain. Who knows the meaning of a grain of sand Knows the whole meaning of the sea and land, i^f And simple One by thousands multiplied Is no more difficult to understand. How strange is man, that hath forgot so soon The daily wonder of the sun and moon, lip And his deep heart on childish riddles breaks. And fancies idle as a summer noon. 85 And what should pious Khayyam have to do With all your screaming sects seventy and two? Zif Sin, Faith, and Islam — these are only words, And my desire. Beloved Friend, is You. You to the mosque, with howling hymn and prayer^ I to the temple of the vine, repair, 2/2 The one true God in divers ways to seek; I find him here — but do you find him there? Allah, that numbers all my whitening hairs. Knows, without telling, all my little cares ; 2i3 . Grateful is Allah, he will not forget I have not wearied Him with endless prayers. If the abodes of bliss be seven or eight. What shall it profit my forlorn estate? 2/^. Reach me but wine to numb me where I lie Heart-broken, stretched upon the wheel of Fate. 86 Khayyam, who long at learning's tents hath sewn. Bids thee leave How? and Why? and Whence? alone; HjS' Iram's soft lute, with sorrow in its strings, Will tell thee all that ever can be known. Wisest of all the wise is he who knows What saith the wine as in the cup it flows, 2/^' And he alone is learned who can read The little scented pages of the rose. This little rose, frail shape of summer's breath. How often hath she journeyed down to death, 2/7. The mighty tarried, but this rose returned — Think then how strange must be the words she saith. Sweet rose that in the darksome earth hath been, O tell me — have you there my true love seen ? 2/ y. That was herself so fair a rose, until Death touched her brow and changed her to a queen. 87 Forgetful unf or gotten^ I have found No face again like thine ^ nor thy profound 2 (J. Sad eyes again, nor heard in all the world As thy blest voice again so sweet a sound. 88 0 sufi, dervish, subtle kalendar. How very thirsty all your questions are! ^^^I cannot answer them unless I lean Upon the perfumed lip of yonder jar. So great a brightness is the soul of wine That even in the darkness it will shine, ^^I'And cocks will crow, mistaking for the dawn The apparition of its light divine. Well might a world without it so forlorn Mistake the glorious wine-cup for the morn, 522*. Tis the true morning, there is none beside — Wine was the happy morning I was born. If I the faithful vine should e'er forsake, 1 think the nightingale's sad heart would break, %l^The rose throw down her petals in despair — It were so strange a sacrifice to make. 89 When, with wild joys and sorrows broken quite, I face the morning of the endless night, 2if. Still shall I call for wine, and still for thee. And Pleasure close the eyes she once kept bright. Not all the fancies of the devotee Shall make fair pleasure aught but fair for me: gi^hese things are good — this woman and this wine; Shall I exchange them for — hypocrisy? Wrong not thyself, believing God to please. Nor think to serve Him by such lies as these, t24.Break not for fashion an eternal law. Nor change true pleasures for false pieties. Sunday is good for drinking, Monday too. Nor yet on Tuesday put the wine from you, 227.Wednesday drink deep, Thursday nor Friday fail — On Saturday is nothing else to do. 90 The sixtieth cup makes me so wise with wine, A thousand riddles clear as crystal shine, 22^. And much I wonder what it can have been That used to puzzle this poor head of mine. Yet with the morn, the wine-deserted brain Sees all its riddles trooping back again; 2^^Say, am I sober when I see nought clear? And am I drunk when I see all things plain ? When I am drunk the sky of life is clear. And I gaze into it without a fear, 2 3^ As I grow sober horribly I dread The shadows of my vultures drawing near. And, as I drink, up through my brain there grows The thornless image of a magic rose, ^s/. Whereto comes singing sweet a nightingale — The wine-rose fades, and the brown wine-bird goes. 91 But O may never dawn that last sad hour When wine shall fail of its accustomed power, tii'And I shall look with dull forgetful eyes. An old dead man, on maidens in their flower. Then were it time indeed to say good-bye To the green earth and the old happy sky; 233. Bury me quick, a garrulous old corpse, — There is no more of Khayyam left to die. 92 ** Where are the fair old faces gone a-hiding? Where is the far-off place of their abiding^ X^^.I asked the wise y and thus the wise to me: " Drink y they are gone — and there is never a tiding. 93 Comes Ramadan, the pleasant days are done. And pious breath obscures the very sun; x.iS' Soon must the wine mope lonely in the jar. And lovely women weary to be won. This shall I do, and so preserve the fast: To-night I drink so deep that I shall last, 2s^-Sunk in the strong oblivion of wine. Till the whole forty evil days be passed. Yet think not wine is wisdom for the fool, 'Tis but the wise should follow wisdom's rule; SJyThe sot, the brawler, and the ugly-tongued — Believe not these of gentle Khayyam's school. This tavern-wisdom was not made for all. The congregation of the great is small, 2s5.Drink not with every wine-flown Hatim Tai, Nor lift thy cup to every noisy call. 94 The Book of Joy is such a book as mine, A book of rose-leaves smelHng all of wine, 23y. Beware the honey of its simple page — It hath overtaken stronger heads than thine. True wine has many meanings more than wine. True wine will even warn us against wine — Z^o Any intoxication of the soul. Yea ! or the senses, is the angel Wine. If only this green world might last for ever. And love be love, and wine be wine for ever ! 2^' Eternal Rose of the Eternal Spring, Would that mine eyes might burn on thee for ever. I In all those star-cold heavens shall we find Another home, so safe, so green and kind ? 2^:2.0 gentle earth, methinks my heart will break At the mere thought of leaving you behind. I 95 If only somewhere at the journey*s end Friend might again behold the face of friend ! Zfi'Very forgetful of us grow the dead. That never yet a word or whisper send. Love, the fair day is drawing to its close. The stars are rising, and a soft wind blows, 2*^The gates of heaven are opening in a dream — The nightingale sings to the sleeping rose. Shadows, and dew, and silence, and the stars — I wonder, love, what is behind those bars j2^.r.Of twinkling silver — is there aught behind ? — Venus and Jupiter, Sirius and Mars; Aldebaran and the soft Pleiades, Orion ploughing the ethereal seas; — 2-ft. Which are the stars, my love, and which your eyes ? And O the nightingale in yonder trees ! 96 Heart of my heart, in such an hour as this The cup of life brims all too full of bliss, 2-f 7. See, it runs over in these happy tears — How strange you seem ! how solemn is your kiss ! O love, if I should die before you died. Would you be really sorry that I died ? J-?-^' And would you weep a whole week on my tomb ? Then be a little happy — that I died. And would you see some face that looked like mine. And love it, love — because it looked like mine ! 2^f And say, " How strangely like Khayyam you are ! '* And kiss the face so wondrously like mine! Then would you bring him softly where the rose Showered its petals upon my repose, 2i'^-And shed two tears together on my tomb — Strange are the ways of grief — who knows — who knows! 97 Night with a sudden splendour opens wide Her purple robe^ and bares her silver side^ zsfThe moony her bosom ^ Jills the world with light y — Only thy breast is lovelier ^ my bride. With twilight dew each rose's face is wety Morning was grey upon them when we mety is%'Still must I drinky and still must drink with thee^^^ ^Tis many laughing hours to bed-time yet. 98 O love, before death comes to make our bed. Drink wine, red wine, red as the rose is red, ^i^j.Qur bodies are not gold that we should hope For men to dig us up when we are dead. Ah, when at last the shrouded Saki, Death, Brings me a cup so sweet it takes my breath, 26'^. Shall I not bid him welcome like his brother.^ Life I have feared not, shall I then fear death ? Nor yet shall fail the efficacious Vine: Wash me as white as silver in old wine, Z^ssr. And for my coffin fragrant timbers take Of tendrilled wood — (then plant a rose, and dine!) This is my heart's desire when all is over : To be the wine-cup of some dreaming lover, l^/^.Into his wine a far-off sweetness steal, — And — who can tell? — the wine might me recover. 99 O Saki, when at last is run my race. Will you remember my accustomed place, IS J* When through the garden all the summer night The moon goes seeking my forgotten face ? This is the thought the dead man thinks upon: Warm in the sun the old kind world spins on, 2f^.Trellised with vines and roses as of old. And no one says — "Where is old Khayyam gone?" O friends, forget not, as you laugh and play. Some that were laughing with you yesterday, 1^7, Spare from your rose some petals for their graves. 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