Rubà¡iyà¡t Of Omar Khayyà¡m Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCB AAADA AEEFE GHIH HHHH JJHJ KKFK FFHF H CCLC H JJJJ H IIHJ H MMNM H OOHO JJHJ JJPJ OFQF RRHR SSHS H JJHJ H HHHH H NNON H TTUT H VV V OOHO WWJW HHHH XXOY HOZO H KKA2K H HHJH H B2B2C2B2 H HHHH H D2D2E2D2 JJ J F2 FFG2F H2H2FH2 A2A2JA2 H I2I2J2I2 F HHSH F JJOJ F J2KI | A |
AWAKE for Morning in the Bowl of Night | B |
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight | B |
And Lo the Hunter of the East has caught | C |
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light | B |
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II | A |
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky | A |
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry | A |
Awake my Little ones and fill the Cup | D |
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry | A |
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III | A |
And as the Cock crew those who stood before | E |
The Tavern shouted Open then the Door | E |
You know how little while we have to stay | F |
And once departed may return no more | E |
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IV | - |
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Now the New Year reviving old Desires | G |
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires | H |
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough | I |
Puts out and Jesus from the Ground suspires | H |
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V | - |
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Ir m indeed is gone with all its Rose | H |
And Jamsh 'y d's Sev'n ring'd Cup where no one knows | H |
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields | H |
And still a Garden by the Water blows | H |
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VI | - |
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And David's Lips are lock't but in divine | J |
High piping Pehlev with Wine Wine Wine | J |
Red Wine the Nightingale cries to the Rose | H |
That yellow Cheek of hers to' incarnadine | J |
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VII | - |
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Come fill the Cup and in the Fire of Spring | K |
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling | K |
The Bird of Time has but a little way | F |
To fly and Lo the Bird is on the Wing | K |
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VIII | - |
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And look a thousand Blossoms with the Day | F |
Woke and a thousand scatter'd into Clay | F |
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose | H |
Shall take Jamsh 'y d and Kaikob d away | F |
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IX | H |
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But come with old Khayy m and leave the Lot | C |
Of Kaikob d and Kaikhosr forgot | C |
Let Rustum lay about him as he will | L |
Or H tim Tai cry Supper heed them not | C |
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X | H |
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With me along some Strip of Herbage strown | J |
That just divides the desert from the sown | J |
Where name of Slave and Sult n scarce is known | J |
And pity Sult n Mahm d on his Throne | J |
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XI | H |
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Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough | I |
A Flask of Wine a Book of Verse and Thou | I |
Beside me singing in the Wilderness | H |
And Wilderness is Paradise enow | J |
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XII | H |
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How sweet is mortal Sovranty think some | M |
Others How blest the Paradise to come | M |
Ah take the Cash in hand and wave the Rest | N |
Oh the brave Music of a distant Drum | M |
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XIII | H |
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Look to the Rose that blows about us Lo | O |
Laughing she says into the World I blow | O |
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse | H |
Tear and its Treasure on the Garden throw | O |
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XIV | - |
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The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon | J |
Turns Ashes or it prospers and anon | J |
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face | H |
Lighting a little Hour or two is gone | J |
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XV | - |
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And those who husbanded the Golden Grain | J |
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain | J |
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd | P |
As buried once Men want dug up again | J |
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XVI | - |
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Think in this batter'd Caravanserai | O |
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day | F |
How Sult n after Sult n with his Pomp | Q |
Abode his Hour or two and went his way | F |
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XVII | - |
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They say the Lion and the Lizard keep | R |
The Courts where Jamsh 'y d gloried and drank deep | R |
And Bahr m that great Hunter the Wild Ass | H |
Stamps o'er his Head and he lies fast asleep | R |
XVIII | - |
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I sometimes think that never blows so red | S |
The Rose as where some buried C sar bled | S |
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears | H |
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head | S |
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XIX | H |
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And this delightful Herb whose tender Green | J |
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean | J |
Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows | H |
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen | J |
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XX | H |
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Ah my Beloved fill the Cup that clears | H |
TO DAY of past Regrets and future Fears | H |
To morrow Why To morrow I may be | H |
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years | H |
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XXI | H |
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Lo some we lov'd the loveliest and best | N |
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest | N |
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before | O |
And one by one crept silently to Rest | N |
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XXII | H |
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And we that now make merry in the Room | T |
They left and Summer dresses in new Bloom | T |
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth | U |
Descend ourselves to make a Couch for whom | T |
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XXIII | H |
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Ah make the most of what we yet may spend | V |
Before we too into the Dust descend | V |
Dust into Dust and under Dust to lie | - |
Sans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans End | V |
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XXIV | - |
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Alike for those who for TO DAY prepare | O |
And those that after a TO MORROW stare | O |
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries | H |
Fools your Reward is neither Here nor There | O |
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XXV | - |
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Why all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd | W |
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly are thrust | W |
Like foolish Prophets forth their Words to Scorn | J |
Are scatter'd and their Mouths are stopt with Dust | W |
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XXVI | - |
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Oh come with old Khayy m and leave the Wise | H |
To talk one thing is certain that Life flies | H |
One thing is certain and the Rest is Lies | H |
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies | H |
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XXVII | - |
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Myself when young did eagerly frequent | X |
Doctor and Saint and heard great Argument | X |
About it and about but evermore | O |
Came out by the same Door as in I went | Y |
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XXVIII | - |
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With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow | H |
And with my own hand labour'd it to grow | O |
And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd | Z |
I came like Water and like Wind I go | O |
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XXIX | H |
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Into this Universe and why not knowing | K |
Nor whence like Water willy nilly flowing | K |
And out of it as Wind along the Waste | A2 |
I know not whither willy nilly blowing | K |
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XXX | H |
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What without asking hither hurried whence | H |
And without asking whither hurried hence | H |
Another and another Cup to drown | J |
The Memory of this Impertinence | H |
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XXXI | H |
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Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate | B2 |
I rose and on the Throne of Saturn sate | B2 |
And many Knots unravel'd by the Road | C2 |
But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate | B2 |
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XXXII | H |
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There was a Door to which I found no Key | H |
There was a Veil past which I could not see | H |
Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE | H |
There seem'd and then no more of THEE and ME | H |
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XXXIII | H |
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Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried | D2 |
Asking What Lamp had Destiny to guide | D2 |
Her little Children stumbling in the Dark | E2 |
And A blind Understanding Heav'n replied | D2 |
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XXXIV | - |
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Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn | J |
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn | J |
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd While you live | - |
Drink for once dead you never shall return | J |
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XXXV | - |
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I think the Vessel that with fugitive | - |
Articulation answer'd once did live | - |
And merry make and the cold Lip I kiss'd | F2 |
How many Kisses might it take and give | - |
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XXXVI | - |
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For in the Market place one Dusk of Day | F |
I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay | F |
And with its all obliterated Tongue | G2 |
It murmur'd Gently Brother gently pray | F |
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XXXVII | - |
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Ah fill the Cup what boots it to repeat | H2 |
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet | H2 |
Unborn TO MORROW and dead YESTERDAY | F |
Why fret about them if TO DAY be sweet | H2 |
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XXXVIII | - |
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One Moment in Annihilation's Waste | A2 |
One Moment of the Well of Life to taste | A2 |
The Stars are setting and the Caravan | J |
Starts for the Dawn of Nothing Oh make haste | A2 |
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XXXIX | H |
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How long how long in infinite Pursuit | I2 |
Of This and That endeavour and dispute | I2 |
Better be merry with the fruitful Grape | J2 |
Than sadden after none or bitter Fruit | I2 |
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XL | F |
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You know my Friends how long since in my House | H |
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse | H |
Divorc'd old barren Reason from my Bed | S |
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse | H |
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XLI | F |
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For Is and IS NOT though with Rule and Line | J |
And UP AND DOWN without I could define | J |
I yet in all I only cared to know | O |
Was never deep in anything but Wine | J |
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XLII | F |
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And lately by the Tavern Door agape | J2 |
Came stealing | K |
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