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For
I

Am*

in the

Market-place, one Dusk of Day,

watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay.'

For in the market pl<Kt\ one Dusk of Day,


thumping his wet clay.

1 "watch' d the Potter

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FRANK BRANGWYN,

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A.R.A.

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For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,


I

ess

watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay.'


Frontispiece

'

And Lo the Hunter of the East has caught


The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.'
!

Page fifteen

&

'

Here with

Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,

A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse and Thou


Beside

me

singing in the Wilderness.'

Page

tiventy-fi-ve

rftt
1

And

this delightful

Herb whose tender Green

Fledges the River's Lip on which

we

lean

Ah, lean upon it lightly for who knows


From whatonce lovely Lip it springs unseen !'
!

Page

8s$^

ES

thirty- two

.*

Illustrations

continued

'And we, that now make merry in the Room


They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of

An*
St

Earth

Descend, ourselves to make

whom

Couch

for

?'

Page forty-one

ess

Myself when young did eagerly frequent


Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument

About

it

and about.'

Page forty-eight

'

And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,


Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel

?AY

Shape
Bearing a Vessel on his shoulder.

fij

Page fifty-three

Vfefc

But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me


The Quarrel of the Universe let be
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much
:

of Thee.'

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Page

sixty-one

>

MAR

was one of the

most remarkable, as
well as the most disof the

poets of
end of the
twelfth century. He was altogether unprecedented in regard
to the freedom of his religitinguished,

Persia, at the latter

ous opinions

or, rather, his

boldness in denouncing hypocrisy

and intolerance, and the

enlightened views he took of


the fanaticism and mistaken de-

votion of his countrymen.

may

He

be called the Voltaire of

'

?SS
J

P er sia,

though

his writings are

not calculated to shock Euro-

pean notions so much as those


of the followers of the Prophet.

The

priests

were

his great

ene-

mies, and he was peculiarly hated

?J

by the
arts

false

devotees, whose

he exposed.

His indulg-

ence to other creeds gave great


offence, and hisliberty of speech
drew down upon him continued
censure yet was he extremely popular, and his compositions were read with avidity by
those who were not bigots, and
;

30

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the admiration of this class con-

*Vc

soled

him

for the enmity of the

other.

He was born at Naishapur,


and devoted much of his time

'J

#J5 to the study of astronomy, of


which science he was a learned
professor ; but it is asserted by
his ill-wishers, that instead

of

him to the
acknowledgment of the power
~ of the Supreme Being, they
rom P te d him to disbelief. The
V'*fn P
result of his reflections on this
his studies leading

important subject

under the
ffr.

"^

much

poem,

his

title

is

given in

celebrated,

of Rubaiyat of

ft

Omar Khayyam.

He was the

* A

al

friend of Hassan

S3

Sabbah, the founder of the

sect

of the Assassins; and,

it

has been conjectured, assisted

him

in the

establishment of his

diabolical doctrines
ship.

Some

and fellow-

allowance must,

'J

jj

however, be made for the prejudices of his historians, who


would, of course, neglect nothing calculated to cast odium

on one so inimical
Zf64l 1}

to

their

superstitions.
v^mo.1 ivim^
Omar
Khayyam
y Am

ticularly

to

seems par-

direct

his

against the mysticism of


asi,

and the

rest

mystic poets

aw

ft

ff*

satire

Mo-

of the

4\JT*I

'And Lo the Hunter of the East has caught


The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.'
!

lis

fa

*^

-
i
,

ffl

RQBAiyAT

OEOMAR

V'j
*,
;.'

AWAKE

for

Morning

in

the Bowl of Night


ft, i\
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

of Light.

Noose

DREAMINGwhenDawn's
Left Hand was in the Sky
I

heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,

&:

Awake,

'

fill
fu

the

my Little

ones, and

Cup

Before Life's Liquor in

its

Cup

be dry.'

Ill
as the Cock crew,
AND,
those who stood before
L

The Tavern shouted

J*

'Open

then the door

You know how


we

little

while

have to stay,

And, once departed, may return


no more.'
18

^t

OW

the

New

Year

re-

viving old Desires,

The thoughtful
tude

Soul to Soli-

retires,

Where the White Hand of


Moses on the Bough
MM
Puts out, and Jesus from the

Ground

RAM
I all

its

suspires.

indeed

is

Rose,

And Jamsh^d's

gone with

<u
Sev'n-ring'd

Cup where no one knows;


But

still

the Vine her ancient

Ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the Water
blows.

VI

AND

XV

Lips

David's

lock't

are

but in divine

High-piping Pehlevi, with


'Wine! Wine! Wine!

RedWmtV the

Nightin-

gale cries to the Rose


That yellow Cheek of her's
t'

incarnadine.

VII

ft

COME,

fill

the Cup, and in

the Fire of Spring

The Winter Garment


pentance fling

The

Bird of

Time

way
Lo!
Wing.
the
on

of Re-

has but a

little

To

fly

and

IP

the Bird

is

VIII

ND

look
a thousand
Blossoms with the DayWoke and a thousand scat-

Clay

tered into

And this first Summer Month


Rose
Jamshyd and Kaiko-

that brings the


Shall take

bad away.

IX
come
BUT
yam and

with old Khayleave the

Lot

Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru

&

forgot

Let Rustum lay about him


as he will,

Or Hatim Tai

cry Supper

heed them not.

WITH

me

along some

Stripof Herbage strown

That

&<

the

just divides

desert

from the sown,

Where name of
Sultan scarce
itii-

And

pity Sultan
his

Slave and

is

known,
on

Mahmud

Throne.

XI
with
HERE
beneath

a Loafof Bread

the Bough,

Flask of Wine, a Book of


Verse and Thou

Beside

me

singing in

the

Wilderness

And

Wilderness
enow.

is

Paradise

XII

OW sweet

ranty'

QrJ Others

'

is

mortal Sov-

think some:

&J5

How blest the Para-

dise to come!'

yd

Ah, take the Cash in hand


and waive the Rest
oh, the brave Music of a distant

Drum

***

XIII

T OOK to the Rose that blows


-<)

*>J)

1 ^ about us

'

Lo,

Laughing,' she says,

World
At once

my

blow

'

into the

the silken Tassel of

Purse

Tear, and

its

Treasure on the

Garden throw.'

JU

1>

*VS<lG^]

XIV
men
THE Worldly Hope
upon
set their

Turns Ashes

o@

Hearts

or

it

prospers

and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's
dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two

is

gone.

XV

AND those who husbanded


/~\the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the
Winds like Rain,
Alike to no

such

aureate

Earth are turn'd


As, buried once,

up

ZX3S

again.

Men want dug

.5

Si

XVI

THINK,

this

in

battcr'd

Caravanserai

Whose Doorways

are alternate

Night and Day,

How Sultan after Sultan with


Pomp

his
fis

Abode

his

went

Hour
his

or two, and

way.

XVII

f#Y

THEYLizard keepLion
say the

y The

4k

Courts where Jamshyd


gloried and drank deep ;

And Bahram,
Hunter
Stamps
6

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>ts$

that

great

Wild Ass
Head, and he

the

o'er his

lies fast

Xi

and

the

asleep

&

XVIII

SOMETIMES
I

think that

never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried


Cassar bled

That every Hyacinth the


Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some
once lovely Head.

M AND
L

XIX
this delightful

Herb

whose tender Green


River's Lip on

&

Fledges the

which we lean

Ah, lean upon it lightly! for


who knows
From what once lovely Lip it 18?
springs unseen

>t

ff

XX
my Beloved,
AH,that
clears

fill

the cup

To-day of

past Regrets and

future Fears

To - morrow f

morrow
iis

Why,

To -

may be

Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n

Thousand Years.

XXI

Wl

LO^

some we loved, the love-

and the best


That Time and Fate of all their
Vintage prest,

liest

Have drunk their Cup


Round or two before,

And one by
to Rest.
r*\

38

IP
m
ft

one crept silently

XXII
we,
AND
merry

that

in the

They

left,

now make

Room

and Summer dresses

new Bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath
the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a
Couch for whom ?
in

INS,

XXIII
the most of what
AH,wemake
yet may spend,
L

Before

we too

into the Dust

&

descend

Dust

into Dust, and under

Dust, to

lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans


Singer, and

IF

sans

End

to*

'

XXIV

ALIKE

who

for those

for

/i To-day prepare,
And

those that after

row

aTo-MOR-

stare,

Muezzin from the Tower


of Darkness

cries

.*

*:

'

your Reward is
ther Here nor There

Fools

XXV

as

nei!

WHY,

Sages

Of

the

all

the Saints and

who

discuss'd

Two Worlds

so learn-

edly, are thrust

Like foolish Prophets forth


their

Are

Words

scatter'd,

to Scorn

and their Mouths

are stopt with Dust.

XXVI
come
OH,
yam, and

<y

To

talk

thing

Rest
isi
I

is

is

Wise

leave the

one thing

that Life

One

with old Khay-

is

certain,

certain,

and the

flies

J*

Lies

The Flower that once has blown


for ever dies.

XXVII

MYSELF when young did


Doctor and
great

Saint,

and heard

Argument

About

it
and about
but
evermore
Came out by the same Door as

in

went.

fAV

&>

eagerly frequent

And

Herb whose tender Green


we lean
upon it lightly for who knows

this delightful

Fledges the River's Lip on which

Ah, lean

From what once

lovely Lip

it

springs unseen

!'

ifc
I'

>&

XXVIII

ITH

them the Seed of

Wisdom did I sow,


And with my own hand labour'd
it

And

to

that
I

grow

this

came

was

the Harvest

all

reap'd

,
!>

Water, and

like

Wind

like

go.'

XXIX
;

rf

TNTO

)}

*\/j

this

A wfy n t
Nor

Universe,

and

f.M.ft

knowing,

whence, like
nilly flowing

Water

willy-

And out of it, as Wind along


the Waste,
I

know

not whither, willy-nilly


blowing.

sv

XXX
HAT,

Wi

without asking,

And, without

asking, whither

hither hurried whence

hurried hence

Another and another Cup


?&

to

drown

The Memory of this


ence

Impertin-

XXXI

rss

UP

from Earth's Centre

rose,

and on the Throne of

through the Seventh Gate

Saturn sate,

And many

Knots unravel'd
by the Road
;

But not the Knot of


Death and Fate.
34

m3r
OG$

Human

(o.

'

XXXII

THERE
which
^jpJ

There was

was a Door to
found no Key

a Veil past

could not see

Some

which

Talk awhile of

little

Me and Thee
$$) There seem'd and then
more of Thee and Me.

XXXIII

THEN
Heav'n
Asking,

<

to

the rolling

itself I cried,

What Lamp had

Destiny to guide

Her little Children stumbling


in the

And *A
ing

blind

M%
rm

Dark

'

Understand-

Heav'n

replied.

XXXIV

THEN
did

tothisearthen

Bowl

adjourn

My Lip the secret Well of Life

to learn

And Lip to Lip


'

ess

murmur'd

it

While you
once
Drink

live

for

dead

you

never shall return.'

XXXV

re

m
to

THINK

the Vessel, that

with fugitive

Articulation answer'd, once did


j

live,

And merry-make
cold Lip

and the

and give

36

If

fo^

kiss'd

How many Kisses might it take

m
'$

'

XXXVI
Market-place,
FOR
one Dusk of Day,
in the

watch'd the Potter thumping

his

And
It

wet Clay
with

obliterated

its all

Tongue
murmur'd

'

Gently,

ther, gently,

pray

Bro-

XXXVII
fits

AH,

the

fill

/i boots

it

How Time

Cup:

what

&>

to repeat

is

slipping under-

neath our Feet

Unborn To-morrow

and

dead Yesterday,

Why

fret

about them

day be sweet

if

To-

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XXXVIII

ONE Moment
tion's

One Moment,

Vwi

in Annihila-

Waste,
of the Well of

Life to taste

The Stars are

setting

and the

Caravan

cs

Starts for the

Dawn of Nothing

Oh, make

haste

XXXIX

HOW

long,

how

long, in

definite Pursuit

Of

This and That endeavour

and dispute ?
merry with the

Better be
fruitful

Grape

Than sadder

after

bitter, Fruit.
38

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none,

or

'S

YOU
how

my

know,
long

Friends,

since

House
For a new Marriage

in

did

my

make

S?

Carouse

Divorced old barren Reason


from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the

Vine to Spouse.

XLI

OR

Is

'

<

And Up-and-down
'

I
I

'

<D

without,

could define,

yet in

all I

only cared to

know,

Was

'

Is-not
and
though with Rule and Line,
'

never deep in anything


but

Wine.

XLII

ND

lately,

Door

by the Tavern

agape,

ATS

Came stealing through the Dusk


an Angel Shape

Sw<

Bearing

Shoulder

ass

He

bid

me

'twas

i?'j

his

and

taste

on

Vessel

of

it

the Grape

and

XLIII

THE

Grape that can with

Logic absolute
The Two-and-Seventy jarring
Sects confute

The

subtle Alchemist that in

a Trice

Life's leaden

Metal into Gold

transmute.

i-

'<

J in

:?

| -5

k,

8 1

C|

XLIV

THE

mighty Mahmud,the
victorious Lord,
That all the black and misbe-

v&> 1)

lieving

Of

Horde
\*j

Fears and Sorrows that

infest the Soul

ess

Scatters

and

slays with his

en-

chanted Sword.

XLV

ws

BUT

the

leave

Wise

wrangle, and with

W\

The Quarrel of
let

And,

the Universe

be:
in

some corner of

Hubbub
Make Game
makes

ots

to

me

as

coucht,

of that

which

much of Thee.

Ijfc

FOR

in

and out, above,

about, below,

'Tis nothing but a

J*

Magic Sha-

'W

dow-show,
Play'd in a Box whose Candle
is

-,*

the Sun,

Round which we Phantom


Figures come and go.

XLVII
,tw

gl

AND

*.*

if

/i, the
End

the

in

Yes

Then fancy while Thou art,


Thou art but what
Thou shalt be
Nothing
Thou shalt not be less.

j?
/->^5

#*

drink,

Lip you press,


Nothing all Things

in the

end

Wine you

&>

XLVIII

WHILE

the Rose blows

along the River Brink,

With

v#

old

Khayyam

Ruby

the

Vintage drink

And when the Angel with his


?.*

darker Draught
Draws up to Thee take
and do not shrink.

that,

XLIX

8K

to

W\

"HP* IS
JL

all

Chequer-board of

Nights and Days

Where Destiny

with

Men

for

Pieces plays

Hither and thither moves,


and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the
Closet lays.
44

K>t5

THE

no Question
makes of Ayes and Noes,
Ball

But Right or Left

as strikes

the Player goes

And He
*$(B

that toss'd

Thee

down into the Field,


He knows about it all He
knows

HE knows!
LI

KM!

4$

THE

Moving Finger

writes

and, having writ,

Moves on nor
nor Wit
:

Shall lure

it

all

(qj

thy Piety

back to cancel

half a Line,

Nor

all

thy Tears wash out a

Word

ffl&

rm

of

it.

Jf*Q(3l

LII

AND

J\
V

that inverted

The

call

Whereunder crawling
we live and die,

ft

for It

Rolls impotently on as

or

coopt

Lift not thy hands to 7/ for

help

wj

Bowl we

Sky,

Thou

I.

LIII

WITH
They

Earth's

first

Clay
f*

did the last Man's

knead,

And

then of the Last Harvest

sow'd the Seed:

Yea, the

first

Morning of

Creation wrote

What

the Last

koning

Dawn

shall read.

of Rec-

LIV

TELL Thee

this When,

from the Goal,

starting

Over the shoulders of the

flam-

ing Foal

Of Heav'n Parwin and


Mushtara they
lift)

In

flung,

my predestin'd Plot of Dust


and Soul.

LV

m
MS!

THE

Vine had struck a


which about
clings my Being
let the
Fibre

If

Sufi flout

Of my

Base Metal

filed a

That

shall

may

be

Key,

unlock the Door he

howls without.

**

'

Myself when young

did eagerly frequent

Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument

About

it

and about.'

fj

fj

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es

r&

ft

fj

it'

RV

jogs

a
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-, .
8 "= "3

i.

2.

ND

LVI
I know

this

whether

True Light,

the one

ftp

Kindle to Love, or Wrath

consume me

quite,

One glimpse of
the

It

within

Tavern caught

Better than in the

Temple

lost

outright.

LVI I

5i

r^ H

Thou, who didst with


Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander
'

in,

Thou

wilt not with Predes-

tination

round

Enmesh me, and impute my


Fall to Sin

&>

LVIII

H, Thou, who Man

of

baser Earth didst make,

And who

with

Eden

didst

devise the Snake;

For

all

the Sin wherewith

the Face of

Is

blacken'd,
ness give

Man

Man's Forgive-

and take

ss

ktJza nAma

flfr
fvt

m
>t

LISTEN

again.

One EvenRN1

ly ing at the Close

Of Ramazan,

Moon

ere

the better

arose,

In that old Potter's Shop

no

stood alone
t$#)

i:*j

With the clay Population round


in

Rows.

LX

&

A ND, strange to tell, among


J~\ the Earthen Lot
Some

could

articulate,

while

others not

And

suddenly one more im-

patient cried

'Who

is

who

the Potter, pray,

the Pot?'

and

%\

'*

LXI

THEN
*

said another

Surely not in vain

'ftp

My substance from the common


Earth was ta'en,
That He who subtly wrought
me

Sf

into Shape

|fM

Should stamp me back to common Earth again.'

ilii

LXII

ANOTHER

said 'Why,

Boy,
L ne'er a peevish

break the Bowl from


which he drank in Joy;

Would
vVc

Shall

He that made the Vessel

pure Love
Fancy, in an after Rage

in

And

destroy
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'

And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,


Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel
Shape
Bearing a Ve33el on his Shoulder.'

IP
3E^t

LXIII

NONE answer'dspake

this; but

after Silence

Vessel of a more ungainly

'

Make:
They sneer
ing

as

What!

all

at

me

for lean-

awry

did the

.''

Hand

then of

the Potter shake?'

LXIV

6?

SAID

one

surly Tapster

And

daub

Folks of

&>

tell,

his Visage with the

Smoke of Hell
They talk of some

strict

Testing of us Pish

He 's a Good Fellow, and 'twill


all

be well.'

aS3
Ots5

V?

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'

'

LXV

THEN
long-drawn

said another with

My

Sigh,

Clay with long oblivion


is

gone dry

But,

me

fill

with the old

familiar Juice,

Methinks I might recover byand-bye


!

LXVI

SOby
One

while the Vessels one

one were speaking,

spied the

little

were seeking

And

all

then they jogg'd each

other,

Hark

Crescent
:

'

Brother, Brother

knot a-creaking
*
%
*
!

5'r

to the Porter's Shoulder-

-i'c

i'j

A H,withtheGrapemy fading
JTjl Life provide,
And wash my Body whence
the Life has died,

V*&1\

And

Windingsheet of

in a

Vine-leaf wrapt,

ess

So bury

me by some

sweet

Garden-side.

LXVIII

THAT
Ashes

such a Snare

Of Perfume

shall fling

ev'n

my

buried

the Air,

As not

True Believer passing by

But

shall

aware.

M
56

be

overtaken un-

"

INDEED

the Idols

have
*<

loved so long

<

Have done my Credit in Men's


Eye much wrong
Have drown'd my Honour

in a shallow

And

sold

my

Cup,

Reputation for a

Song.

LXX
INDEED,

indeed, Repent-

ance oft before


I

swore
I

And

but was

swore
then

<v
sober

when

and then came

Spring, and Rose-in-hand

My

thread-bare

pieces tore.

ES X

Penitence a-

w
'J

LXXI

&*

AND

much

as

Wine

has

^play'd the Infidel,

And
4Hf

robb'd

me of my Robe

Honour
I

of

well,

wonder what the

often

Vintners buy

ess

One

half so

precious as the

Goods they

sell.

LXXII
ALAS,

that

J~\ vanish
That

Spring should

with the Rose

Youth's

8!

sweet-scented

Manuscript should close

The Nightingale

that in the

Branches sang,

Ah, whence, and whither flown


again, who knows
!

/:/

58

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LXXIII

AH Love
L I

To

could thou and

with Fate conspire

grasp this sorry Scheme of

Things

Would
bits

entire,

not

we

shatter

it

to

and then

Re-mould

it

nearer

Heart's Desire

to

the

LXXIV
AH, Moon of my Delight
2~\who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising

&>

once again:

How oft hereafter rising shall


she look

Through this same Garden after

me

in vain

AND

when Thyself with

il shining Foot
Among

shall pass

the Guests Star-scat-

on the Grass,
thy joyous Errand
reach the Spot

ter'd

And

in

Where I made one

turn down

an empty Glass

W
TAMAM SHUD

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s-

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fa

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Has
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SS

'

But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with

The Quarrel
And,

in

of the Universe let be

me

some corner of the Hubbub coucht,


of that which makes as much

Make Game

of Thee.'

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