rubaiyat of omar khayyam-第5节
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LIV。
I tell Thee thisWhen； starting from the Goal；
Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung；
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul
LV。
The Vine had struck a Fibre； which about
It clings my Beinglet the Sufi flout；
Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key；
That shall unlock the Door he howls without。
LVI。
And this I know： whether the one True Light；
Kindle to Love； or Wrath consume me quite；
One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright。
LVII。
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in；
Thou wilt not with Predestination round
Enmesh me； and impute my Fall to Sin？
LVIII。
Oh Thou； who Man of baser Earth didst make；
And who with Eden didst devise the Snake；
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
Is blacken'd； Man's Forgiveness giveand take！
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KUZANAMA。 （〃Book of Pots〃）
LIX。
Listen again。 One Evening at the Close
Of Ramazan； ere the better Moon arose；
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay Population round in Rows。
LX。
And strange to tell； among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate； while others not：
And suddenly one more impatient cried
〃Who is the Potter； pray； and who the Pot？〃
LXI。
Then said another〃Surely not in vain
My substance from the common Earth was ta'en；
That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
Should stamp me back to common Earth again。〃
LXII。
Another said〃Why； ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy；
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy； in an after Rage destroy！〃
LXIII。
None answer'd this； but after Silence spake
A Vessel of a more ungainly Make：
〃They sneer at me for leaning all awry；
What？ did the Hand then of the Potter shake？〃
LXIV。
Said one〃Folks of a surly Tapster tell；
And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell；
They talk of some strict Testing of usPish！
He's a Good Fellow； and 'twill all be well。〃
LXV。
Then said another with a long…drawn Sigh；
〃My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry：
But； fill me with the old familiar Juice；
Methinks I might recover by…and…bye！〃
LXVI。
So； while the Vessels one by one were speaking；
One spied the little Crescent all were seeking：
And then they jogg'd each other； 〃Brother！ Brother！
Hark to the Porter's Shoulder…knot a…creaking！〃
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LXVII。
Ah； with the Grape my fading Life provide；
And wash my Body whence the life has died；
And in a Windingsheet of Vineleaf wrapt；
So bury me by some sweet Gardenside。
LXVIII。
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air；
As not a True Believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware。
LXIX。
Indeed； the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong：
Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup；
And sold my Reputation for a Song。
LXX。
Indeed； indeed； Repentance oft before
I sworebut was I sober when I swore？
And then and then came Spring； and Rose…in…hand
My thread…bare Penitence a…pieces tore。
LXXI。
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel；
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honourwell；
I often wonder what the Vintners buy
One half so precious as the Goods they sell。
LXXII。
Alas； 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！
LXXIII。
Ah； Love！ could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire；
Would not we shatter it to bitsand then
Re…mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire！
LXXIV。
Ah； Moon of my Delight 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 mein vain！
LXXV。
And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass
Among the Guests Star…scatter'd on The Grass；
And in Thy joyous Errand reach the Spot
Where I made oneturn down an empty Glass！
TAMAM SHUD。
Fifth Edition
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 Sultan'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 Worshiper outside？〃
III。
And； as the Cock crew； those who stood before
The Tavern shouted〃Open then the Door！
〃You know how little while we have to stay；
And； once departed； may return no more。〃
IV。
Now the New Year reviving old Desires；
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires；
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out； and Jesus from the Ground suspires。
V。
Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose；
And Jamshyd's Sev'n…ring'd Cup where no one knows；
But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine；
And many a Garden by the Water blows。
VI。
And David's lips are lockt； but in divine
High…piping Pehlevi； with 〃Wine！ Wine！ Wine！
〃Red Wine！〃the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine。
VII。
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 flutterand the Bird is on the Wing。
VIII。
Whether at Naishapur 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。
IX。
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 Kaikobad away。
X。
Well； let it take them！ What have we to do
With Kaikobad the Great； or Kaikhosru？
Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will；
Or Hatim call to Supperheed not you。
XI。
With me along the strip of Herbage strown
That just divides the desert from the sown；
Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot
And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne！
XII。
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough；
A Jug of Wine； a Loaf of Breadand Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness
Oh； Wilderness were Paradise enow！
XIII。
Some for the Glories of This World； and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come；
Ah； take the Cash； and let the Credit go；
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum！
XIV。
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。〃
XV。
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。
XVI。
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashesor it prospers； and anon；
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face；
Lighting a little hour or twois gone。
XVII。
Think； in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day；
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour； and went his way。
XVIII。
They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
The courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep：
And Bahram； that great Hunterthe Wild Ass
Stamps o'er his Head； but cannot break his Sleep。
XIX。
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled；
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head。
XX。
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！
XXI。
Ah； my Beloved； fill the Cup that clears
TO…DAY of past Regrets and future Fears：
To…morrowWhy； To…morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years。
XXII。
For some we loved； the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest；
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before；
And one by one crept silently to rest。
XXIII。
And we； that now make merry in the Ro
