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Rubaiyat 51

Rubaiyat 51

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

A Persian mathematician, astronomer and a poet, Khayyam was the putative author of the collection of shorty, philosophical poems known as the Rubaiyat - meaning 'quatrains'. The Translator Edward Fitzgerald used two different manuscripts, assembled and adapted the separate poems into a single work, published in 1859.

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The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 1 - 250 (Whinfield Translation)

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 1 - 250 (Whinfield Translation)

1.

At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,

"Arise, my brethren of the revelers' guild,

That I may fill our measure full of wine,

Or e'er the measure of our days be filled."

2.

Who was it brought thee here at nightfall, who?

Forth from the harem in this manner, who?

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The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

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 Sultan'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,

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Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 251-500 (Whinfield Translation)

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 251-500 (Whinfield Translation)

251.

Are you depressed? Then take of bhang one grain,

Of rosy grape-juice take one pint or twain;

Sufis, you say, must not take this or that,

Then go and eat the pebbles off the plain!

252.

I saw a busy potter by the way

Kneading with might and main a lump of clay;

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