Omar Khayyam,
The Sufistic Quatrains of Omar Khayyam
“ Balkh? Drink then of wine, for after thee and me, the moon will long pass on from its last quarter to its first, and from the first to last. 106. This caravan of life passes in curious guise! Be on thy guard, my friend, for it is joy that thus escapes! Disturb not thyself with the sorrow which to-morrow waits our friends, and bring me my cup quickly, for the night fast slips away! 107. He who has made the foundations of the world, the wheel of the heavens, how He has crucified the heart of man with affliction! How many ruby-colored lips has He buried in this little globe of earth! ”
