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For I

Am*

in the

Market-place, one Dusk of Day,

watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay.'

For in the market pl<Kt\ one Dusk of Day, thumping his wet clay.

1 "watch' d the Potter

—

ILLUSTRATIONS /ro/w 0/7 Paintings by

FRANK BRANGWYN,

AS?

A.R.A.

Wj '

For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I

ess

watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay.' Frontispiece

And Lo the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.' !

Page fifteen

Here with

Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,

A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse — and Thou Beside

singing in the Wilderness.'

Page

tiventy-fi-ve

rftt 1

And

this delightful

Herb whose tender Green

Fledges the River's Lip on which

lean

Ah, lean upon it lightly for who knows From whatonce lovely Lip it springs unseen !' !

Page

8s$^

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thirty- two

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Illustrations

—continued

'And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of

An* •St

Earth

Descend, ourselves to make

whom

Couch

—

for

Page forty-one

ess

Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument

About

and about.'

Page forty-eight

And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel

?AY

Shape Bearing a Vessel on his shoulder.

fij

Page fifty-three

Vfefc

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.'

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Page

sixty-one

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MAR

was one of the

most remarkable, as well as the most disof the

poets of end of the twelfth century. He was altogether unprecedented in regard to the freedom of his religitinguished,

Persia, at the latter

ous opinions

—

or, rather, his

boldness in denouncing hypocrisy

and intolerance, and the

enlightened views he took of the fanaticism and mistaken de-

votion of his countrymen.

may

be called the Voltaire of

••• '

Âť?SS J

P er sia,

though

his writings are

not calculated to shock Euro-

pean notions so much as those of the followers of the Prophet.

The

priests

were

his great

ene-

mies, and he was peculiarly hated

by the arts

false

devotees, whose

he exposed.

His indulg-

ence to other creeds gave great offence, and hisliberty of speech drew down upon him continued censure yet was he extremely popular, and his compositions were read with avidity by those who were not bigots, and ;

\*S?

the admiration of this class con-

*Vc

soled

him

for the enmity of the

other.

He was born at Naishapur, and devoted much of his time

'ÂŠJ

#J5 to the study of astronomy, of which science he was a learned professor ; but it is asserted by his ill-wishers, that instead

him to the acknowledgment of the power ~ of the Supreme Being, they rom P te d him to disbelief. The V'*fn P result of his reflections on this his studies leading

important subject

under the ffr.

much

poem,

his

title

given in

celebrated,

of Rubaiyat of

••ft

Omar Khayyam.

He was the

*• A

friend of Hassan

Sabbah, the founder of the

sect

of the Assassins; and,

has been conjectured, assisted

him

in the

establishment of his

diabolical doctrines ship.

Some

and fellow-

allowance must,

'©J

however, be made for the prejudices of his historians, who would, of course, neglect nothing calculated to cast odium

on one so inimical Zf64l 1}

their

superstitions. v^mo.1 ivim^ Omar Khayyam y Am

ticularly

seems par-

direct

his

against the mysticism of asi,

and the

rest

mystic poets

ff*

satire

Mo-

of the

4\JT*I

'And Lo the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.' !

•lis

»i

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ffl

RQBAiyAT

OEOMAR

V'j «••*, •«;.'

AWAKE

for

Morning

•

the Bowl of Night ft, i\ 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

of Light.

Noose

DREAMINGwhenDawn's Left Hand was in the Sky I

heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,

«&:

Awake,

fill fu»«

the

my Little

ones, and

Cup

Before Life's Liquor in

its

Cup

be dry.'

Ill as the Cock crew, AND, those who stood before L

The Tavern shouted

— 'Open

then the door

You know how we

little

while

have to stay,

And, once departed, may return no more.' 18

£^t£

the

New

Year

re-

viving old Desires,

The thoughtful tude

Soul to Soli-

retires,

Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough â&#x20AC;˘MM Puts out, and Jesus from the

Ground

RAM I all

its

suspires.

indeed

Rose,

And Jamsh^d's

gone with

ÂŁ<u Sev'n-ring'd

Cup where no one knows; But

still

the Vine her ancient

Ruby yields, And still a Garden by the Water blows.

AND

Lips

David's

lock't

are

but in divine

;

High-piping Pehlevi, with 'Wine! Wine! Wine!

RedWmtV —the

Nightin-

gale cries to the Rose That yellow Cheek of her's t'

incarnadine.

VII

COME,

fill

the Cup, and in

the Fire of Spring

The Winter Garment pentance fling

The

Bird of

Time

way Lo! Wing. the on

of Re-

has but a

little

fly

—and

the Bird

—

VIII

—

look a thousand Blossoms with the DayWoke and a thousand scat-

—

Clay

tered into

And this first Summer Month Rose Jamshyd and Kaiko-

that brings the Shall take

bad away.

IX come BUT yam and

with old Khayleave the

Lot

Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru

forgot

Let Rustum lay about him as he will,

Or Hatim Tai

cry Supper

heed them not.

«?

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

WITH

along some

Stripof Herbage strown

That

the

just divides

desert

from the sown,

Where name of Sultan scarce itii-

And

pity Sultan his

Slave and

known, on

Mahmud

Throne.

XI with HERE beneath

a Loafof Bread

the Bough,

Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse and Thou

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

Beside

singing in

the

Wilderness

And

Wilderness enow.

Paradise

;

XII

OW sweet

H—

ranty'

QrJ Others

mortal Sov-

— think some:

&J5

How blest the Para-

dise to come!'

Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest oh, the brave Music of a distant

Drum

***

XIII

T OOK to the Rose that blows -<)

*>J) •

1 ^ about us

—

Lo,

Laughing,' she says,

World At once

blow

into the

the silken Tassel of

Purse

Tear, and

its

Treasure on the

Garden throw.'

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XIV men THE Worldly Hope upon set their

Turns Ashes

Hearts

—or

prospers

;

and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face Lighting a little Hour or two

—

gone.

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,

ZX3S

again.

Men want dug

XVI

THINK,

this

battcr'd

Caravanserai

Whose Doorways

are alternate

Night and Day,

How Sultan after Sultan with Pomp

his •fis

Abode

his

went

Hour his

or two, and

way.

XVII

f#Y»

THEYLizard keepLion say the

y The

Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep ;

And Bahram, Hunter Stamps »6

aS§3F £>ts$

—

that

great

Wild Ass Head, and he

the

o'er his

lies fast

and

the

asleep

— !

XVIII

SOMETIMES I

think that

never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried Cassar bled

;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.

M AND L

XIX this delightful

Herb

whose tender Green River's Lip on

Fledges the

which we lean

Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it 18? springs unseen

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ff§

—

XX my Beloved, AH,that clears

fill

the cup

To-day of

past Regrets and

future Fears

To - morrow f

morrow •iis

— Why,

To -

may be

Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n

Thousand Years.

XXI

LO^

some we loved, the love-

and the best That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

liest

Have drunk their Cup Round or two before,

And one by to Rest. r*\

IP m ft

one crept silently

;

XXII we, AND merry

that

in the

They

left,

now make

Room

and Summer dresses

new Bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch for whom ? in

INS,

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

XXIII the most of what AH,wemake yet may spend, L

Before

we too

into the Dust

descend

Dust

into Dust, and under

Dust, to

lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

sans

End

to*

XXIV

ALIKE

who

for those

for

/i To-day prepare, And

those that after

row

aTo-MOR-

stare,

Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness

cries

.*«

«•*:

your Reward is ther Here nor There

Fools

XXV

nei!

WHY,

Sages

the

all

the Saints and

who

discuss'd

Two Worlds

so learn-

edly, are thrust

Like foolish Prophets forth their

Are

Words

scatter'd,

to Scorn

and their Mouths

are stopt with Dust.

;

XXVI come OH, yam, and

<£y

talk

thing

Rest isi I

Wise

leave the

one thing

;

that Life

One

with old Khay-

certain,

and the

flies

•J*

;

Lies

The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

XXVII

±0

MYSELF when young did Doctor and great

Saint,

and heard

Argument

About

it and about but evermore Came out by the same Door as

went.

fAV

eagerly frequent

—

;

And

Herb whose tender Green we lean upon it lightly for who knows

this delightful

Fledges the River's Lip on which

Ah, lean

From what once

lovely Lip

springs unseen

ifc ••I'

—

XXVIII

ITH

them the Seed of

Wisdom did I sow, And with my own hand labour'd it

And

that I

grow

this

came

was

the Harvest

all

reap'd

«••», !•••>

Water, and

Wind

%•»»

go.'

XXIX ;

TNTO

)}

*\/j

this

A wfy n °t Nor

Universe,

and

f.M.ft

knowing,

whence, like nilly flowing

Water

willy-

And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I

know

not whither, willy-nilly blowing.

XXX HAT,

without asking,

And, without

asking, whither

hither hurried whence

hurried hence

Another and another Cup ?&

drown

The Memory of this ence

Impertin-

XXXI

rss

from Earth's Centre

rose,

and on the Throne of

through the Seventh Gate

Saturn sate,

And many

Knots unravel'd by the Road ;

But not the Knot of Death and Fate. 34

m3r OG$

Human

(o.

XXXII

THERE which ^jpJ

There was

was a Door to found no Key

a Veil past

could not see

Some

which

Talk awhile of

little

Me and Thee $$) There seem'd and then more of Thee and Me.

—

XXXIII

THEN Heav'n Asking,

the rolling

itself I cried,

What Lamp had

Destiny to guide

Her little Children stumbling in the

And— *A ing

blind

M% rm

Dark

Understand-

Heav'n

replied.

XXXIV

THEN did

tothisearthen

Bowl

adjourn

My Lip the secret Well of Life

to learn

And Lip to Lip '

ess

murmur'd

— While you once Drink —

live

for

dead

you

never shall return.'

XXXV

re»

m to

THINK

the Vessel, that

with fugitive

Articulation answer'd, once did j

live,

And merry-make cold Lip

;

and the

— and give

fo^

kiss'd

How many Kisses might it take

m '$

V»«

XXXVI Market-place, FOR one Dusk of Day, in the

watch'd the Potter thumping

his

And It

wet Clay with

obliterated

its all

Tongue murmur'd

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

Gently,

ther, gently,

pray

Bro-

XXXVII fits

AH,

the

fill

/i boots

How Time

Cup:

what

to repeat

slipping under-

neath our Feet

Unborn To-morrow

and

dead Yesterday,

Why

fret

about them

day be sweet

To-

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XXXVIII

ONE Moment tion's

One Moment,

Vwi

in Annihila-

Waste, of the Well of

m «

Life to taste

The Stars are

setting

and the

Caravan

Starts for the

Dawn of Nothing

—Oh, make

haste

XXXIX

«B

HOW

long,

how

long, in

definite Pursuit

This and That endeavour

and dispute ? merry with the

Better be fruitful

Grape

Than sadder

after

bitter, Fruit. 38

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none,

YOU how

know, long

Friends,

since

House For a new Marriage

did

make

Carouse

Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the

Vine to Spouse.

XLI

And Up-and-down '

I I

ÂŁ<D

without,

could define,

yet in

all I

only cared to

know,

Was

Is-not and though with Rule and Line, '

never deep in anything but

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;Wine.

XLII

lately,

Door

by the Tavern

agape,

ATS

Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape

Sw<

Bearing

Shoulder

ass

bid

'twas

;

i?'j

his

and

taste

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

Vessel

the Grape

;

and

XLIII

THE

Grape that can with

Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute

The

subtle Alchemist that in

a Trice

Life's leaden

Metal into Gold

transmute.

â&#x20AC;˘i-

J in

| -5

ÂŁ

8 1

XLIV

THE

mighty Mahmud,the victorious Lord, That all the black and misbe-

v&> 1)

lieving

Horde \*j

Fears and Sorrows that

infest the Soul

ess

Scatters

and

slays with his

en-

chanted Sword.

XLV

BUT

the

leave

Wise

wrangle, and with

The Quarrel of let

And,

the Universe

be: in

some corner of

Hubbub Make Game makes

ots

coucht,

of that

which

much of Thee.

Ijfc

—

FOR

and out, above,

about, below,

'Tis nothing but a

°J*

Magic Sha-

dow-show, Play'd in a Box whose Candle is

-,•*

the Sun,

Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

XLVII ,tw

AND

*.*«•

/i, the End

the

—Yes

Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what Thou shalt be Nothing Thou shalt not be less.

—

j§? /->^5

#»•*

drink,

Lip you press, Nothing all Things

in the

end

Wine you

—

XLVIII

WHILE

the Rose blows

along the River Brink,

With

old

Khayyam

Ruby

the

Vintage drink

And when the Angel with his ?.*

*»

darker Draught Draws up to Thee take and do not shrink.

—

that,

XLIX

8K«

"HP* IS JL

all

Chequer-board of

Nights and Days

Where Destiny

with

Men

for

Pieces plays

Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. 44

K>t5

;

THE

no Question makes of Ayes and Noes, Ball

But Right or Left

as strikes

the Player goes

And He *$(B

that toss'd

Thee

down into the Field, He knows about it all— He knows

— HE knows! LI

KM!

THE

Moving Finger

writes

;

and, having writ,

Moves on nor nor Wit :

Shall lure

all

(qj

thy Piety

back to cancel

half a Line,

Nor

all

thy Tears wash out a

Word

ffl&

it.

Jf*Q(3l

LII

AND

J\ V

that inverted

The

call

Whereunder crawling we live and die,

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

for It

Rolls impotently on as

coopt

Lift not thy hands to 7/ for

help

Bowl we

Sky,

Thou

LIII

WITH They

Earth's

first

Clay f*

did the last Man's

knead,

And

then of the Last Harvest

sow'd the Seed:

Yea, the

first

Morning of

Creation wrote

What

the Last

koning

Dawn

shall read.

of Rec-

;

LIV

TELL Thee

this— When,

from the Goal,

starting

Over the shoulders of the

flam-

ing Foal

Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtara they lift)

flung,

my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.

m MS!

THE

Vine had struck a which about clings my Being let the Fibre

;

—

Sufi flout

Of my

Base Metal

filed a

That

shall

may

Key,

unlock the Door he

howls without.

Myself when young

did eagerly frequent

Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument

About

and about.'

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(W.V

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it'

jogs

a -5 "« ~ -, .« 8 "= "3

•?

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

LVI I know

this

whether

True Light,

the one

ftp

Kindle to Love, or Wrath

consume me

quite,

One glimpse of the

within

Tavern caught

Better than in the

Temple

lost

outright.

LVI I

r^ H

Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with Gin Beset the Road I was to wander '

in,

Thou

wilt not with Predes-

tination

round

Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin

LVIII

H, Thou, who Man

baser Earth didst make,

And who

with

Eden

didst

devise the Snake;

For

all

the Sin wherewith

the Face of •«

*»•

blacken'd, ness give

Man

Man's Forgive-

—and take

ktJza— nAma

flfr fv»t

m £>t£

LISTEN

—

again.

One EvenRN1

ly ing at the Close

Of Ramazan,

Moon

ere

the better

arose,

In that old Potter's Shop

stood alone £t$#)

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With the clay Population round in

Rows.

» »»

A ND, strange to tell, among J~\ the Earthen Lot Some

could

articulate,

while

others not

And

suddenly one more im-

patient cried

'Who

who

the Potter, pray,

the Pot?'

and

««%\

LXI

THEN *

said another

Surely not in vain

'ftp

My substance from the common Earth was ta'en, That He who subtly wrought me

into Shape

••••

|fM»

Should stamp me back to common Earth again.'

ilii

LXII

ANOTHER

said— 'Why,

Boy, L ne'er a peevish

break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;

Would vVc

Shall

He that made the Vessel

pure Love Fancy, in an after Rage

And

destroy 52

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And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a Ve33el on his Shoulder.'

IP 3E^tÂŁ

LXIII

NONE answer'dspake

this; but

after Silence

Vessel of a more ungainly

Make: They sneer ing

What!

all

•«• at

for lean-

awry

did the

.'«£'

Hand

then of

the Potter shake?'

LXIV

SAID

one

—

surly Tapster

And

daub

Folks of

tell,

his Visage with the

Smoke of Hell They talk of some

strict

Testing of us — Pish

He 's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all

be well.'

aS§3 Ots5

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LXV

THEN long-drawn

said another with

Sigh,

Clay with long oblivion is

gone dry

But,

fill

with the old

familiar Juice,

Methinks I might recover byand-bye !

LXVI

SOby One

while the Vessels one

one were speaking,

spied the

little

were seeking

And

all

then they jogg'd each

other,

Hark

Crescent :

Brother, Brother

knot a-creaking * % * !

â&#x20AC;˘5'r

to the Porter's Shoulder-

-i'c

iÂť'j

A H,withtheGrapemy fading JTjl Life provide, And wash my Body whence the Life has died,

V*&1\

And

Windingsheet of

in a

Vine-leaf wrapt,

ess

So bury

me by some

sweet

Garden-side.

LXVIII

THAT Ashes

such a Snare

Of Perfume

shall fling

ev'n

buried

the Air,

As not

True Believer passing by

But

shall

aware.

M 56

overtaken un-

INDEED

the Idols

have *<•«

loved so long

«••«*

•<£•

Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong Have drown'd my Honour

1»

in a shallow

And

sold

Cup,

Reputation for a

Song.

LXX INDEED,

indeed, Repent-

ance oft before I

swore I

And

— but was

swore then

£<v sober

when

and then came

Spring, and Rose-in-hand

thread-bare

pieces tore.

ES X

Penitence a-

w '©J

LXXI

••«&*

AND

much

Wine

has

^play'd the Infidel,

And 4H»f

robb'd

me of my Robe

Honour I

—

well,

wonder what the

often

Vintners buy

ess

One

half so

precious as the

Goods they

sell.

LXXII ALAS,

that

J~\ vanish That

Spring should

with the Rose

Youth's

sweet-scented

Manuscript should close

The Nightingale

that in the

Branches sang,

Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows !

/:/

>^G5

LXXIII

AH Love L I

could thou and

with Fate conspire

grasp this sorry Scheme of

Things

Would bits

entire,

not

shatter

— and then

Re-mould

nearer

Heart's Desire

the

LXXIV AH, Moon of my Delight 2~\who know'st no wane, The Moon of Heav'n is rising

once again:

How oft hereafter rising shall she look

Through this same Garden after

me —

in vain

•

AND

when Thyself with

il shining Foot Among

shall pass

the Guests Star-scat-

on the Grass, thy joyous Errand reach the Spot

ter'd

And

Where I made one

— turn down

an empty Glass

W TAMAM SHUD

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The Quarrel And,

of the Universe let be

some corner of the Hubbub coucht, of that which makes as much

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of Thee.'

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