Daily Archives: June 28, 2008

when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink

istanbul tulip festival

istanbul tulip festival

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam


Perplext no more with Human or Divine,
To-morrow’s tangle to the winds resign,
And lose your fingers in the tresses of
The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.


And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in what All begins and ends in-Yes;
Think then you are To-DAY what YESTERDAY
You were-TO-MORROW you shall not be less.


So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.


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?


‘Tis but a Tent where takes his one day’s rest
A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.


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


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.


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!

Omer Hayyam

by Edward FitzGerald

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul