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XVIII。



 They say the Lion and the Lizard keep

 The courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:

   And Bahram; that great Hunterthe Wild Ass

 Stamps o'er his Head; but cannot break his Sleep。





XIX。



 I sometimes think that never blows so red

 The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

   That every Hyacinth the Garden wears

 Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head。





XX。



 And this reviving Herb whose tender Green

 Fledges the River…Lip on which we lean

   Ah; lean upon it lightly! for who knows

 From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!





XXI。



 Ah; my Beloved; fill the Cup that clears

 TO…DAY of past Regrets and future Fears:

   To…morrowWhy; To…morrow I may be

 Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years。





XXII。



 For some we loved; the loveliest and the best

 That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest;

   Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before;

 And one by one crept silently to rest。





XXIII。



 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

 Descendourselves to make a Couchfor whom?





XXIV。



 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; andsans End!





XXV。



 Alike for those who for TO…DAY prepare;

 And those that after some TO…MORROW stare;

   A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries;

 〃Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There。〃





XXVI。



 Why; all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd

 Of the Two Worlds so wiselythey are thrust

   Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn

 Are scatter'd; and their Mouths are stopt with Dust。





XXVII。



 Myself when young did eagerly frequent

 Doctor and Saint; and heard great argument

   About it and about: but evermore

 Came out by the same door where in I went。





XXVIII。



 With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow;

 And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;

   And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd

 〃I came like Water; and like Wind I go。〃





XXIX。



 Into this Universe; and Why not knowing

 Nor Whence; like Water willy…nilly flowing;

   And out of it; as Wind along the Waste;

 I know not Whither; willy…nilly blowing。





XXX。



 What; without asking; hither hurried Whence?

 And; without asking; Whither hurried hence!

   Oh; many a Cup of this forbidden Wine

 Must drown the memory of that insolence!





XXXI。



 Up from Earth's Center through the Seventh Gate

 I rose; and on the Throne of Saturn sate;

   And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;

 But not the Master…knot of Human Fate。





XXXII。



 There was the Door to which I found no Key;

 There was the Veil through which I might not see:

   Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE

 There wasand then no more of THEE and ME。





XXXIII。



 Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn

 In flowing Purple; of their Lord Forlorn;

   Nor rolling Heaven; with all his Signs reveal'd

 And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn。





XXXIV。



 Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind

 The Veil; I lifted up my hands to find

   A lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard;

 As from Without〃THE ME WITHIN THEE BLIND!〃





XXXV。



 Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn

 I lean'd; the Secret of my Life to learn:

   And Lip to Lip it murmur'd〃While you live;

 〃Drink!for; once dead; you never shall return。〃





XXXVI。



 I think the Vessel; that with fugitive

 Articulation answer'd; once did live;

   And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss'd;

 How many Kisses might it takeand give!





XXXVII。



 For I remember stopping by the way

 To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:

   And with its all…obliterated Tongue

 It murmur'd〃Gently; Brother; gently; pray!〃





XXXVIII。



 And has not such a Story from of Old

 Down Man's successive generations roll'd

   Of such a clod of saturated Earth

 Cast by the Maker into Human mold?





XXXIX。



 And not a drop that from our Cups we throw

 For Earth to drink of; but may steal below

   To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye

 There hiddenfar beneath; and long ago。





XL。



 As then the Tulip for her morning sup

 Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up;

   Do you devoutly do the like; till Heav'n

 To Earth invert youlike an empty Cup。





XLI。



 Perplext no more with Human or Divine;

 To…morrow's tangle to the winds resign;

   And lose your fingers in the tresses of

 The Cypress…slender Minister of Wine。





XLII。



 And if the Wine you drink; the Lip you press;

 End in what All begins and ends inYes;

   Think then you are TO…DAY what YESTERDAY

 You wereTO…MORROW you shall not be less。





XLIII。



 So when that Angel of the darker Drink

 At last shall find you by the river…brink;

   And; offering his Cup; invite your Soul

 Forth to your Lips to quaffyou shall not shrink。





XLIV。



 Why; if the Soul can fling the Dust aside;

 And naked on the Air of Heaven ride;

   Were't not a Shamewere't not a Shame for him

 In this clay carcass crippled to abide?





XLV。



 'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest

 A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;

   The Sultan rises; and the dark Ferrash

 Strikes; and prepares it for another Guest。





XLVI。



 And fear not lest Existence closing your

 Account; and mine; should know the like no more;

   The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd

 Millions of Bubbles like us; and will pour。





XLVII。



 When You and I behind the Veil are past;

 Oh; but the long; long while the World shall last;

   Which of our Coming and Departure heeds

 As the Sea's self should heed a pebble…cast。





XLVIII。



 A Moment's Halta momentary taste

 Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste

   And Lo!the phantom Caravan has reach'd

 The NOTHING it set out fromOh; make haste!





XLIX。



 Would you that spangle of Existence spend

 About THE SECRETquick about it; Friend!

   A Hair perhaps divides the False from True

 And upon what; prithee; may life depend?





L。



 A Hair perhaps divides the False and True;

 Yes; and a single Alif were the clue

   Could you but find itto the Treasure…house;

 And peradventure to THE MASTER too;





LI。



 Whose secret Presence through Creation's veins

 Running Quicksilver…like eludes your pains;

   Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi and

 They change and perish allbut He remains;





LII。



 A moment guessedthen back behind the Fold

 Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll'd

   Which; for the Pastime of Eternity;

 He doth Himself contrive; enact; behold。





LIII。



 But if in vain; down on the stubborn floor

 Of Earth; and up to Heav'n's unopening Door;

   You gaze TO…DAY; while You are Youhow then

 TO…MORROW; when You shall be You no more?





LIV。



 Waste not your Hour; nor in the vain pursuit

 Of This and That endeavor and dispute;

   Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape

 Than sadden after none; or bitter; Fruit。





LV。



 You know; my Friends; with what a brave Carouse

 I made a Second Marriage in my house;

   Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed;

 And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse。





LVI。



 For 〃Is〃 and 〃Is…not〃 though with Rule and Line

 And 〃UP…AND…DOWN〃 by Logic I define;

   Of all that one should care to fathom; I

 was never deep in anything butWine。





LVII。



 Ah; by my Computations; People say;

 Reduce the Year to better reckoning?Nay;

   'Twas only striking from the Calendar

 Unborn To…morrow and dead Yesterday。





LVIII。



 And lately; by the Tavern Door agape;

 Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape

   Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and

 He bid me taste of it; and 'twasthe Grape!





LIX。



 The Grape that can with Logic absolute

 The Two…and…Seventy jarring Sects confute:

   The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice

 Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute;





LX。



 The mighty Mahmud; Allah…breathing Lord;

 That all the misbelieving and black Horde

   Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul

 Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword。





LXI。



 Why; be this Juice the growth of God; who dare

 Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare?

   A Blessing; we should use it; should we not?

 And if a Cursewhy; then; Who set it there?





LXII。



 I must abjure the Balm of Life; I must;

 Scared by some After…reckoning ta'en on trust;

   Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink;

 To fill the Cupwhen crumbled into Dust!





LXIII。



 Of threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!

 One thing at least is certainThis Life flies;

   One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;

 The Flower that once has blown for ever dies。





LXIV。



 Strange; is it not? that of the myriads who

 Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through;

   Not one returns to tell us of the Road;

 Which to discover we must travel too。





LXV。



 The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd

 Who rose before us; and as Prophets burn'd;

   Are all but Stories; which; awoke from Sleep

 They told their comrades; and to Sleep return'd。





LXVI。



 I sent my Soul through the Invisible;

 Some letter of that After…life to spell:

   And by and by my Soul return'd to me;

 And answer'd 〃I Myself am Heav'n and Hell:〃





LXVII。



 Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire;

 And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire;

   Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves;

 So late emerged from; shall so soon expire。





LXVIII。



 We are no other than a moving row

 Of Magic Shadow…shapes that come and go

   Round with the Sun…illumined Lantern held

 In Midnight by the Master of the Show;





LXIX。



 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。





LXX。



 The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes;

 But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;

   And He that toss'd you down into the Field;

 He knows about it allHE knowsHE knows!





LXXI。



 The Moving Finger writes; and; having writ;

 Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit

   Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line;

 Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it。





LXXII。



 And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky;

 Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die;

   Lift not your hands to It for helpfor It

 As impotently moves as you or I。



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