Aryobarzan
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- 12 May 2003
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This poem is from Omar Khayyam, a very famous Persian poet.
Hope you enjoy it!
"While the Rose blows along the River Brink,
With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink:
And when the Angel with his darker Draught
Draws up to Thee-take that, and do not shrink".
And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in-Yes-
Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
Thou Shalt be-Nothing-Thou shalt not be less".
"For in and out, above, about, below,
Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a box whose Candle is the sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go".
"But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
The Quarrel of the Universe let be:
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee".
Hope you enjoy it!
"While the Rose blows along the River Brink,
With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink:
And when the Angel with his darker Draught
Draws up to Thee-take that, and do not shrink".
And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in-Yes-
Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what
Thou Shalt be-Nothing-Thou shalt not be less".
"For in and out, above, about, below,
Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a box whose Candle is the sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go".
"But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
The Quarrel of the Universe let be:
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee".