Awake! for morning in the bowl of night,
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 noose of light.
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Dreaming when dawn's left hand was in the sky,
I heard a voice within the tavern cry,
"Awake my little ones and fill the cup,
Before life's liquor in its cup be dry."
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How long, how long, in infinite pursuit,
Of this and that endeavor and dispute?
Better be merry with the fruitful Grape,
Than sadden after none, or bitter, fruit.
Omar Khayyam ; The gift of words
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 noose of light.
---
Dreaming when dawn's left hand was in the sky,
I heard a voice within the tavern cry,
"Awake my little ones and fill the cup,
Before life's liquor in its cup be dry."
---
How long, how long, in infinite pursuit,
Of this and that endeavor and dispute?
Better be merry with the fruitful Grape,
Than sadden after none, or bitter, fruit.
Omar Khayyam ; The gift of words
