Omar Khayyam In English

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR FOURTH & FIFTH EDITION 1879 – 1889

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR FOURTH & FIFTH EDITION 1879 – 1889

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR FOURTH & FIFTH EDITION 1879 – 1889 (BY EDWARD FITZGERALD, 1868 AND 1872) I Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft of Light. II 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?” III And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted–“... »

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR THIRD EDITION 1872

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR THIRD EDITION 1872

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR THIRD EDITION 1872 (BY EDWARD FITZGERALD, 1868 AND 1872) I Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft of Light. II 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?” III And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted–“Open then the Door! “... »

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR SECOND EDITION 1868

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR SECOND EDITION 1868

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR SECOND EDITION 1868 (BY EDWARD FITZGERALD, 1868 AND 1872) I Wake! For the Sun behind yon Eastern height Has chased the Session of the Stars from Night, And, to the field of Heav’n ascending, strikes The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft of Light. II Before the phantom of False morning died, Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried, “When all the Temple is prepared within, “Why lags the drowsy Worshipper outside?” III And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted–“Open then the Door! “You know h... »

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR FIRST EDITION

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR FIRST EDITION

RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM OF NAISHÁPÚR FIRST EDITION 1859 (BY EDWARD FITZGERALD, 1868 AND 1872) I Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light. II Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, “Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup “Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.” III And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted–“Open then the Door! “You know how ... »

And Much As Wine Has Play’d The Infidel, – Omar Khayyam

And Much As Wine Has Play’d The Infidel, – Omar Khayyam

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. »

Look To The Blowing Rose About Us–“lo, – Omar Khayyam

Look To The Blowing Rose About Us–“lo, – Omar Khayyam

Look to the blowing Rose about us–“Lo, “Laughing,” she says, “into the world I blow, “At once the silken tassel of my Purse “Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.” »

When You And I Behind The Veil Are Past, – Omar Khayyam

When You And I Behind The Veil Are Past, – Omar Khayyam

When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As the Sea’s self should heed a pebble-cast. »

Before The Phantom Of False Morning Died, – Omar Khayyam

Before The Phantom Of False Morning Died, – Omar Khayyam

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?” »

That Ev’n My Buried Ashes Such A Snare – Omar Khayyam

That Ev’n My Buried Ashes Such A Snare – Omar Khayyam

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. »

Would But The Desert Of The Fountain Yield – Omar Khayyam

Would But The Desert Of The Fountain Yield – Omar Khayyam

Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield One glimpse–if dimly, yet indeed, reveal’d, To which the fainting Traveller might spring, As springs the trampled herbage of the field! »

Ah, But My Computations, People Say, – Omar Khayyam

Ah, But My Computations, People Say, – Omar Khayyam

Ah, but my Computations, People say, Reduced the Year to better reckoning?–Nay, ‘Twas only striking from the Calendar Unborn To-morrow and dead Yesterday. »

I Sometimes Think That Never Blows So Red – Omar Khayyam

I Sometimes Think That Never Blows So Red – Omar Khayyam

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. »

Think, In This Batter’d Caravanserai – Omar Khayyam

Think, In This Batter’d Caravanserai – Omar Khayyam

Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour, and went his way. »

And Not A Drop That From Our Cups We Throw – Omar Khayyam

And Not A Drop That From Our Cups We Throw – Omar Khayyam

And not a drop that from our Cups we throw For Earth to drink of, but may steal below To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye There hidden–far beneath, and long ago. »

Oh Thou, Who Didst With Pitfall And With Gin – Omar Khayyam

Oh Thou, Who Didst With Pitfall And With Gin – Omar Khayyam

Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin! »

Whereat Some One Of The Loquacious Lot– – Omar Khayyam

Whereat Some One Of The Loquacious Lot– – Omar Khayyam

Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot– I think a Súfi pipkin–waxing hot– “All this of Pot and Potter–Tell me, then, “Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?” »

But Helpless Pieces Of The Game He Plays – Omar Khayyam

But Helpless Pieces Of The Game He Plays – Omar Khayyam

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. »

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute – Omar Khayyam

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute – Omar Khayyam

The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that-in a trice Life’s leaden metal into Gold transmute: »

Would You That Spangle Of Existence Spend – Omar Khayyam

Would You That Spangle Of Existence Spend – Omar Khayyam

Would you that spangle of Existence spend About THE SECRET–quick about it, Friend! A Hair perhaps divides the False and True– And upon what, prithee, may life depend? »

Ah, My Beloved, Fill The Cup That Clears – Omar Khayyam

Ah, My Beloved, Fill The Cup That Clears – Omar Khayyam

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. »

I Sent My Soul Through The Invisible, – Omar Khayyam

I Sent My Soul Through The Invisible, – Omar Khayyam

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d “I Myself am Heav’n and Hell:” »

Up From Earth’s Centre Through The Seventh Gate – Omar Khayyam

Up From Earth’s Centre Through The Seventh Gate – Omar Khayyam

Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate. »

And That Inverted Bowl They Call The Sky, – Omar Khayyam

And That Inverted Bowl They Call The Sky, – Omar Khayyam

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop’d we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help–for It As impotently moves as you or I. »

Oh Thou, Who Man Of Baser Earth Didst Make, – Omar Khayyam

Oh Thou, Who Man Of Baser Earth Didst Make, – Omar Khayyam

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! »

Whether At Naishápúr Or Babylon, – Omar Khayyam

Whether At Naishápúr Or Babylon, – Omar Khayyam

Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. »

But If In Vain, Down On The Stubborn Floor – Omar Khayyam

But If In Vain, Down On The Stubborn Floor – Omar Khayyam

But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor Of Earth, and up to Heav’n’s unopening Door, You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You–how then TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more? »

The Mighty Mahmúd, Allah-Breathing Lord, – Omar Khayyam

The Mighty Mahmúd, Allah-Breathing Lord, – Omar Khayyam

The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord, That all the misbelieving and black Horde Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword. »

Yesterday This Day’s Madness Did Prepare; – Omar Khayyam

Yesterday This Day’s Madness Did Prepare; – Omar Khayyam

YESTERDAY This Day’s Madness did prepare; TO-MORROW’S Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. »

Ah, With The Grape My Fading Life Provide, – Omar Khayyam

Ah, With The Grape My Fading Life Provide, – Omar Khayyam

Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide, And wash the Body whence the Life has died, And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf, By some not unfrequented Garden-side. »

I Tell You This–when, Started From The Goal, – Omar Khayyam

I Tell You This–when, Started From The Goal, – Omar Khayyam

I tell you this–When, started from the Goal, Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal Of Heav’n Parwin and Mushtari they flung, In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul. »

They Say The Lion And The Lizard Keep – Omar Khayyam

They Say The Lion And The Lizard Keep – Omar Khayyam

They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahrám, that great Hunter–the Wild Ass Stamps o’er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. »

And This I Know Whether The One True Light – Omar Khayyam

And This I Know Whether The One True Light – Omar Khayyam

And this I know whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite, One Flash of It within the Tavern caught Better than in the Temple lost outright. »

Oh Threats Of Hell And Hopes Of Paradise! – Omar Khayyam

Oh Threats Of Hell And Hopes Of Paradise! – Omar Khayyam

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. »

Whose Secret Presence, Through Creation’s Veins – Omar Khayyam

Whose Secret Presence, Through Creation’s Veins – Omar Khayyam

Whose secret Presence, through Creation’s veins Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains; Taking all shapes from Máh to Máhi; and They change and perish all but He remains; »

Come, Fill The Cup, And In The Fire Of Spring – Omar Khayyam

Come, Fill The Cup, And In The Fire Of Spring – Omar Khayyam

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter–and the Bird is on the Wing. »

The Ball No Question Makes Of Ayes And Noes, – Omar Khayyam

The Ball No Question Makes Of Ayes And Noes, – Omar Khayyam

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss’d you down into the Field, He knows about it all–HE knows–HE knows! »

Yet Ah, That Spring Should Vanish With The Rose! – Omar Khayyam

Yet Ah, That Spring Should Vanish With The Rose! – Omar Khayyam

Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth’s sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows! »

Ah Love! Could You And I With Him Conspire – Omar Khayyam

Ah Love! Could You And I With Him Conspire – Omar Khayyam

Ah Love! could you and I with Him 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! »

I Think The Vessel, That With Fugitive – Omar Khayyam

I Think The Vessel, That With Fugitive – Omar Khayyam

I think the Vessel, that with fugitive Articulation answer’d, once did live, And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss’d, How many Kisses might it take–and give! »

Wake! For The Sun, Who Scatter’d Into Flight – Omar Khayyam

Wake! For The Sun, Who Scatter’d Into Flight – Omar Khayyam

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft of Light. »

And This Reviving Herb Whose Tender Green – Omar Khayyam

And This Reviving Herb Whose Tender Green – Omar Khayyam

And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean– Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen! »

Shapes Of All Sorts And Sizes, Great And Small, – Omar Khayyam

Shapes Of All Sorts And Sizes, Great And Small, – Omar Khayyam

Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small, That stood along the floor and by the wall; And some loquacious Vessels were; and some Listen’d perhaps, but never talk’d at all. »

Why, All The Saints And Sages Who Discuss’d – Omar Khayyam

Why, All The Saints And Sages Who Discuss’d – Omar Khayyam

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely–they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatter’d, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust. »

A Moment’s Halt–a Momentary Taste – Omar Khayyam

A Moment’s Halt–a Momentary Taste – Omar Khayyam

A Moment’s Halt–a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste– And LO!–the phantom Caravan has reach’d The NOTHING it set out from–Oh, make haste! »

Each Morn A Thousand Roses Brings, You Say – Omar Khayyam

Each Morn A Thousand Roses Brings, You Say – Omar Khayyam

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? And this first Summer month that brings the Rose Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobád away. »

The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ, – Omar Khayyam

The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ, – Omar Khayyam

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. »

Yon Rising Moon That Looks For Us Again– – Omar Khayyam

Yon Rising Moon That Looks For Us Again– – Omar Khayyam

Yon rising Moon that looks for us again– How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden–and for one in vain! »

Alike For Those Who For To-Day Prepare, – Omar Khayyam

Alike For Those Who For To-Day Prepare, – Omar Khayyam

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.” »

Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So Long – Omar Khayyam

Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So Long – Omar Khayyam

Indeed the Idols I have loved so long Have done my credit in this World much wrong: Have drown’d my Glory in a shallow Cup, And sold my Reputation for a Song. »

We Are No Other Than A Moving Row – Omar Khayyam

We Are No Other Than A Moving Row – Omar Khayyam

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show; »

And Those Who Husbanded The Golden Grain, – Omar Khayyam

And Those Who Husbanded The Golden Grain, – Omar Khayyam

And those who husbanded the Golden grain, And those who flung it to the winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn’d As, buried once, Men want dug up again. »

Said One Among Them–“surely Not In Vain – Omar Khayyam

Said One Among Them–“surely Not In Vain – Omar Khayyam

Said one among them–“Surely not in vain “My substance of the common Earth was ta’en “And to this Figure moulded, to be broke, “Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again.” »

Why, Be This Juice The Growth Of God, Who Dare – Omar Khayyam

Why, Be This Juice The Growth Of God, Who Dare – Omar Khayyam

Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare? A Blessing, we should use it, should we not? And if a Curse–why, then, Who set it there? »

After A Momentary Silence Spake – Omar Khayyam

After A Momentary Silence Spake – Omar Khayyam

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?” »

Earth Could Not Answer; Nor The Seas That Mourn – Omar Khayyam

Earth Could Not Answer; Nor The Seas That Mourn – Omar Khayyam

Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn; Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal’d And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn. »

The Revelations Of Devout And Learn’d – Omar Khayyam

The Revelations Of Devout And Learn’d – Omar Khayyam

The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d. »

You Know, My Friends, With What A Brave Carouse – Omar Khayyam

You Know, My Friends, With What A Brave Carouse – Omar Khayyam

You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. »

And Fear Not Lest Existence Closing Your – Omar Khayyam

And Fear Not Lest Existence Closing Your – Omar Khayyam

And fear not lest Existence closing your Account, and mine, should know the like no more; The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has pour’d Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour. »

Indeed, Indeed, Repentance Oft Before – Omar Khayyam

Indeed, Indeed, Repentance Oft Before – Omar Khayyam

Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore–but was I sober when I swore? And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. »

Waste Not Your Hour, Nor In The Vain Pursuit – Omar Khayyam

Waste Not Your Hour, Nor In The Vain Pursuit – Omar Khayyam

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. »

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