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Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and Salaman and Absal of Jami
Omar Khayyam,Ralph Waldo Emerson
Limited preview - 2010
Allah Akbar Alp Arslan answer'd Arab Aristo awhile Azrael Baghdad Beauty Bird blow bosom breath Calcutta Camel Canaan clay Crown Damascus Darkness Dervish Desert Divine Door drew drink Dust Earth eyes Fate Father Flower foot Garden Ghazal Glory golden grew Hafiz hand harp Hasan head heard heart Heaven Hell Herat honour Husein Iflatun Intelligence Jami Jami's jewel Khorasan King lifted Light lips living Lord Love Lover Lucretius Malik Shah Master Moon Morning Mountain Muezzin Mystical Naishapur Night Nightingale Nizam-ul-Mulk Oh Thou Omar Khayyam Omar's once Oriental Ouseley Pantheism Paradise Passion Pehlevi Persian Pleiades Poem Poet Potter Prophets Quatrain return'd reveal'd Robe Rose Rubaiyat Sage SALAMAN AND ABSAL sate says secret Sheikh Song Soul Story Sufi Sultan Summon'd sweet Tabriz Takhallus tells Thee thine Throne Thyself turn'd veil Verse Vizier Voice whither Wine Wise Word World Zuhrah Zulaikha
Page 4 - 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! Look to the blowing Rose about us — "Lo, Laughing...
Page 7 - Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend ; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End...
Page 2 - 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.
Page 3 - 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.
Page 18 - But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days ; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Page 22 - Ne'er a peevish Boy Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy; And He that with his hand the Vessel made Will surely not in after Wrath destroy.' LXXXVI After a momentary silence spake Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make; 'They sneer at me for leaning all awry: What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?
Page 30 - The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw, And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew — I saw the solitary Ringdove there, And ' Coo, coo, coo,' she cried ; and
Page 6 - And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend — ourselves to make a Couch — for whom?