Excerpts of Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám by FitzGerald

( Omar Khayyám was an mystic, poet and mathematician from persia.
His most famous work is Rubáiyát )

1) 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, and---sans End!

2) 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 as in I went.

3) With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
    And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
    And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd---
    "I came like Water, and like Wind I go."

4) And this I know: whether the one True Light,
    Kindle to Love, or Wrathconsume me quite,
    One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught
    Better than in the Temple lost outright.

5) There was a Door to which I found no Key:
    There was a Veil past which I could not see:
    Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE
    There seemed---and then no more of THEE and ME.

6) What, without asking, hither hurried whence?
    And, without asking, whither hurried hence!
    Another and another Cup to drown
    The Memory of this Impertinence!

7) Ah, fill the Cup:---what boots it to repeat
    How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
    Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY,
    Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!