The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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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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Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky	D
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry	D
Awake my Little ones and fill the Cup	E
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry	D
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And as the Cock crew those who stood before	F
The Tavern shouted Open then the Door	F
You know how little while we have to stay	G
And once departed may return no more	F
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Now the New Year reviving old Desires	H
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires	I
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough	J
Puts out and Jesus from the Ground suspires	I
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Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose	I
And Jamshyd's Sev'n ringed Cup where no one knows	I
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields	I
And still a Garden by the Water blows	I
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And David's Lips are lockt but in divine	K
High piping Pehlevi with Wine Wine Wine	K
Red Wine the Nightingale cries to the Rose	I
That yellow Cheek of hers t'incarnadine	K
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Come fill the Cup and in the Fire of Spring	L
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling	L
The Bird of Time has but a little way	G
To fly and Lo the Bird is on the Wing	L
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And look a thousand Blossoms with the Day	G
Woke and a thousand scattered into Clay	G
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose	I
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away	G
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But come with old Khayyam and leave the Lot	C
Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru forgot	C
Let Rustum lay about him as he will	M
Or Hatim Tai cry Supper heed them not	C
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With me along some Strip of Herbage strown	K
That just divides the desert from the sown	K
Where name of Slave and Sultan scarce is known	K
And pity Sultan Mahmud on his Throne	K
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Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough	J
A Flask of Wine a Book of Verse and Thou	J
Beside me singing in the Wilderness	I
And Wilderness is Paradise enow	K
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How sweet is mortal Sovranty think some	N
Others How blest the Paradise to come	N
Ah take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest	O
Oh the brave Music of a distant Drum	N
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Look to the Rose that blows about us Lo	P
Laughing she says into the World I blow	P
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse	I
Tear and its Treasure on the Garden throw	P
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The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon	K
Turns Ashes or it prospers and anon	K
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face	I
Lighting a little Hour or two is gone	K
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And those who husbanded the Golden Grain	K
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain	K
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turned	Q
As buried once Men want dug up again	K
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Think in this battered Caravanserai	P
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day	G
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp	R
Abode his Hour or two and went his way	G
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They say the Lion and the Lizard keep	S
The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep	S
And Bahram that great Hunter the Wild Ass	I
Stamps o'er his Head and he lies fast asleep	S
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I sometimes think that never blows so red	T
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled	T
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears	I
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head	T
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And this delightful Herb whose tender Green	K
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean	K
Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows	I
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen	K
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Ah my Beloved fill the Cup that clears	I
TODAY of past Regrets and future Fears	I
Tomorrow Why Tomorrow I may be	U
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years	I
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Lo some we loved the loveliest and best	O
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest	O
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before	P
And one by one crept silently to Rest	O
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And we that now make merry in the Room	V
They left and Summer dresses in new Bloom	V
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth	W
Descend ourselves to make a Couch for whom	V
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Ah make the most of what we yet may spend	X
Before we too into the Dust descend	X
Dust into Dust and under Dust to lie	D
Sans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans End	X
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Alike for those who for TODAY prepare	P
And those that after a TOMORROW stare	P
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries	I
Fools your Reward is neither Here nor There	P
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Why all the Saints and Sages who discussed	Y
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly are thrust	Y
Like foolish Prophets forth their Words to Scorn	K
Are scattered and their Mouth's are stopt with Dust	Y
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Oh come with old Khayyam and leave the Wise	I
To talk one thing is certain that Life flies	I
One thing is certain and the Rest is Lies	I
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies	I
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Myself when young did eagerly frequent	Z
Doctor and Saint and heard great Argument	Z
About it and about but evermore	P
Came out by the same Door as in I went	A2
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With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow	J
And with my own hand laboured it to grow	P
And this was all the Harvest that I reaped	B2
I came like Water and like Wind I go	P
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Into this Universe and why not knowing	L
Nor whence like Water willy nilly flowing	L
And out of it as Wind along the Waste	C2
I know not whither willy nilly blowing	L
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What without asking hither hurried whence	I
And without asking whither hurried hence	I
Another and another Cup to drown	K
The Memory of this Impertinence	I
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Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate	D2
I rose and on the Throne of Saturn sate	D2
And many Knots unravelled by the Road	E2
But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate	D2
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There was a Door to which I found no Key	U
There was a Veil past which I could not see	U
Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE	U
There seemed and then no more of THEE and ME	U
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Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried	F2
Asking What Lamp had Destiny to guide	F2
Her little Children stumbling in the Dark	G2
And A blind Understanding Heav'n replied	F2
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Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn	K
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn	K
And Lip to Lip it murmured While you live	H2
Drink for once dead you never shall return	K
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I think the Vessel that with fugitive	I2
Articulation answered once did live	H2
And merry make and the cold Lip I kissed	J2
How many Kisses might it take and give	I2
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For in the Market place one Dusk of Day	G
I watched the Potter thumping his wet Clay	G
And with its all obliterated Tongue	K2
It murmured Gently Brother gently pray	G
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Ah fill the Cup what boots it to repeat	L2
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet	L2
Unborn TOMORROW and dead YESTERDAY	G
Why fret about them if TODAY be sweet	L2
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One Moment in Annihilation's Waste	C2
One Moment of the Well of Life to taste	C2
The stars are setting and the Caravan	K
Starts for the Dawn of Nothing Oh make haste	C2
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How long how long in infinite Pursuit	M2
Of This and That endeavour and dispute	M2
Better be merry with the fruitful Grape	N2
Than sadden after none or bitter Fruit	M2
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You know my Friends how long since in my House	I
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse	I
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed	T
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse	I
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For IS and IS NOT though with Rule and Line	K
And UP AND DOWN without I could define	K
I yet in all I only cared to know	P
Was never deep in anything but Wine	K
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And lately by the Tavern Door agape	N2
Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape	N2
Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder and	O2
He bid me taste of it and 'twas the Grape	N2
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The Grape that can with Logic absolute	M2
The Two and Seventy jarring Sects confute	M2
The subtle Alchemist that in a Thrice	I
Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute	M2
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The mighty Mahmud the victorious Lord	M2
That all the misbelieving and black Horde	M2
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul	P2
Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword	M2
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But leave the Wise to wrangle and with me	U
The Quarrel of the Universe let be	U
And in some corner of the Hubbub coucht	M2
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee	U
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For in and out above about below	P
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow show	P
Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun	K
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go	P
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And if the Wine you drink the Lip you press	I
End in the Nothing all Things end in Yes	I
Then fancy while Thou art Thou art but what	M2
Thou shalt be Nothing Thou shalt not be less	I
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While the Rose blows along the River Brink	Q2
With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink	Q2
And when the Angel with his darker Draught	M2
Draws up to thee take that and do not shrink	Q2
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'Tis all a Chequer board of Nights and Days	I
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays	I
Hither and thither moves and mates and slays	I
And one by one back in the Closet lays	I
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The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes	I
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes	I
And He that tossed Thee down into the Field	M2
He knows about it all He knows HE knows	I
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The moving finger writes and having writ	M2
Moves on nor all thy Piety nor Wit	M2
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line	K
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it	M2
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And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky	D
Whereunder crawling coopt we live and die	D
Lift not thy hands to It for help for It	M2
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I	D
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With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead	M2
And then of the Last Harvest sowed the Seed	M2
Yea the first Morning of Creation wrote	M2
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read	M2
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I tell Thee this When starting from the Goal	P2
Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal	P2
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtara they flung	K2
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul	P2
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The Vine had struck a Fibre which about	M2
If clings my being let the Sufi flout	M2
Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key	U
That shall unlock the Door he howls without	M2
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And this I know whether the one True Light	M2
Kindle to Love or Wrath consume me quite	M2
One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught	M2
Better than in the Temple lost outright	M2
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Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin	K
Beset the Road I was to wander in	K
Thou wilt not with Predestination round	M2
Enmesh me and impute my Fall to Sin	K
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Oh Thou who Man of baser Earth didst make	R2
And who with Eden didst devise the Snake	R2
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man	K
Is blackened Man's Forgiveness give and take	R2
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Kuza Nama	U
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Listen again One Evening at the Close	I
Of Ramazan ere the better Moon arose	I
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone	K
With the clay Population round in Rows	I
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And strange to tell among the Earthen Lot	M2
Some could articulate while others not	M2
And suddenly one more impatient cried	M2
Who is the Potter pray and who the Pot	M2
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Then said another Surely not in vain	K
My Substance from the common Earth was ta'en	K
That He who subtly wrought me into Shape	N2
Should stamp me back to common Earth again	K
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Another said Why ne'er a peevish Boy	S2
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Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy	S2
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love	T2
And Fancy in an after Rage destroy	S2
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None answered this but after Silence spake	R2
A Vessel of a more ungainly Make	R2
They sneer at me for leaning all awry	D
What did the Hand then of the Potter shake	R2
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Said one Folks of a surly Tapster tell	U2
And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell	U2
They talk of some strict Testing of us Pish	P
He's a Good Fellow and 'twill all be well	U2
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Then said another with a long drawn Sigh	D
My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry	D
But fill me with the old familiar Juice	I
Methinks I might recover by and bye	D
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So while the Vessels one by one were speaking	L
One spied the little Crescent all were seeking	L
And then they jogged each other Brother Brother	P
Hark to the Potter's Shoulder knot a creaking	L
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Ah with the Grape my fading Life provide	M2
And wash my Body whence the Life has died	M2
And in a Windingsheet of Vine leaf wrapt	M2
So bury me by some sweet Garden side	M2
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That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare	P
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air	P
As not a True Believer passing by	D
But shall be overtaken unaware	P
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Indeed the Idols I have loved so long	V2
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong	V2
Have drowned my Honour in a shallow Cup	E
And sold my Reputation for a Song	V2
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Indeed indeed Repentance oft before	P
I swore but was I sober when I swore	P
And then and then came Spring and Rose in hand	M2
My threadbare Penitence apieces tore	P
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And much as Wine has played the Infidel	U2
And robbed me of my Robe of Honour well	U2
I often wonder what the Vintners buy	D
One half so precious as the Goods they sell	U2
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Alas that Spring should vanish with the Rose	I
That Youth's sweet scented Manuscript should close	I
The Nightingale that in the Branches sang	W2
Ah whence and whither flown again who knows	I
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Ah Love could thou and I with Fate conspire	P
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire	P
Would not we shatter it to bits and then	K
Re mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire	P
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Ah Moon of my Delight who know'st know wane	K
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again	K
How oft hereafter rising shall she look	X2
Through this same Garden after me in vain	K
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And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass	I
Among the Guests Star scattered on the Grass	I
And in thy joyous Errand reach the Spot	M2
Where I made one turn down an empty Glass	I
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Taman Shud	M2

Edward Fitzgerald

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