Omar Khayyam

  • Paraphrased from the Persian by Edward Fitzgerald

    WAKE! for the Sun, who scattered into flight
    The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
      Drives Night along with them from Heaven, and strikes
    The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.


  • A book of verse, underneath the bough,
    A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
    Beside me singing in the wilderness -
    Ah, wilderness were paradise now!

  • Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
    Today of past regrets and future fears;
    Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may be,
    Myself, with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.