N. 236, V. 488.
Professor Cowell attributes FitzGerald's quatrain to the above ruba'i.
_Vide_ the Editorial Note previously referred to.
The manager of the affairs of the dead and living art thou,
Thou art the keeper of this unstable heaven;
Though I am wicked, thou art my Master,
Who can sin, seeing that thou art the Creator (of all)?
_Ref._: C. 510, L. 700, B. 691, S.P. 431, P. 2, B. ii. 584.--W. 471, N.
436, V. 753.
LXXXII.[82]
As under cover of departing Day
Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away,
Once more within the Potter's house alone
I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.
LXXXIII.*
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some loquacious Vessels were; and some
Listen'd, perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
LXXXVII (_post_).
FitzGerald constructed these three quatrains from O. 103.
I went last night into the workshop of a potter,
I saw two thousand pots, some speaking, and some silent;
Suddenly one of the pots cried out aggressively:--
«Where are the pot-maker, and the pot-buyer, and the pot-seller?»
_Ref._: O. 103, C. 301, L. 470, B. 466, S.P. 242, P. 102, B. ii. 323, T.
202 and 297, P. v. 37.--W. 283, N. 243, E.C. 26, V. 509.
It will be observed that the reading of quatrain 87, l. 4, in the third
edition of FitzGerald is close to this original. «Who makes--Who
buys--Who sells--Who is the Pot?»
«Hunger stricken Ramazan» is described in C. 198.
They say that the moon of Ramazan[83] shines out again
Henceforth one cannot linger over the wine;
At the end of Sha'ban I will drink so much wine
That during Ramazan I may be found drunk until the festival (arrives).
_Ref._: C. 198, L. 352, B. 348, S.P. 172, P. 347, B. ii. 216, T.
125.--W. 188, N. 172, V. 351. See also the quatrain from the «Notes,» p.
155.
LXXXIV.
Said one among them--«Surely not in vain
My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
And to this Figure moulded, to be broke,
Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again.»
The sentiment of this quatrain is traceable in C. 293.
There is a cup which wisdom loud acclaims,
And for its beauty gives it a hundred kisses on the brow,
Such a sweet cup, this Potter of the World
Makes, and then shatters it upon the ground.
_Ref._: C. 293, L. 456, B. 452, B. ii. 321, T. 194.--W. 290, V. 495.
LXXXV.
Then said a Second--«Ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy;
And he that with his hand the Vessel made
Will surely not in after Wrath destroy.»
The inspiration for this quatrain comes from O. 19.
The elements of a cup which he has put together,
Their breaking up a drinker cannot approve;[84]
All these heads and feet--with his finger-tips,
For love of whom did he make them?--for hate of whom did he break them?
_Ref._: O. 19, C. 64, L. 40, S.P. 37, P. ii. 7, P. 95, B. ii. 77, T.
309.--W. 42, N. 38, V. 220.
LXXXVI.
After a momentary silence spake
Some Vessel of a more ungainly make;
«They sneer at me for leaning all awry:
What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?»
This quatrain is a perfect reflection and companion of all these Kuza
Nama quatrains, but I have not found a ruba'i in O. or C. which can be
pointed out as having directly inspired[85] it. It must, I think, be
considered together with No. 88.
LXXXVII.
Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot--
I think a Sufi pipkin--waxing hot--
«All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me, then,
Who is the Potter pray, and who the Pot?»
LXXXVII. _Ante sub_ LXXXIII.
LXXXVIII.
«Why,» said another, «Some there are who tell
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
The luckless Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well.»
The inspiration for this quatrain, and I think for No. 86, comes from C.
69 and C. 159:
Since the Director set in order the elements of natures,
For what cause does He again disperse them into loss and deficiency?
If they are good, why should He break them?
And if they turn out bad, well, why is there any blame to these forms?
_Ref._: C. 69, L. 103, B. 99, P. 94, B. ii. 107.--W. 126, V. 103.
They say that at the resurrection there will be much searching,
And that that excellent Friend will be hasty;
Nothing but good ever came from the Unalloyed Goodness,
Be happy! for the upshot will be all right!
_Ref._: C. 159, L. 316, B. 312, S.P. 178, P. 197.--W. 193, N. 178, V.
318.
LXXXIX.
«Well,» murmured one, «Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.»
This quatrain is inspired by C. 188 and O. 116:
At that moment when the plant of my existence shall be rooted up,
And its branches scattered in all directions;
If then they make a flagon of my clay,
When they fill it with wine it will live again.
_Ref._: C. 188, S.P. 115.--N. 115.
When I am abased beneath the foot of Destiny,
And am rooted up from the hope of life,
Take heed that thou makest nothing but a goblet of my clay,
Haply when it is full of wine I may revive.
_Ref._: O. 116, C. 345, L. 539, B. 534, S.P. 289, P. 227, B. ii. 385, T.
230, P. v. 146.--W. 330, N. 290, V. 579.
XC.
So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,
The little Moon look'd in that all were seeking:
And then they jogg'd each other, «Brother! Brother!
Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!»
* * * * *
This quatrain which concludes the Kuza Nama is inspired by the
concluding quatrain of O. 158.
The month of Ramazan passes and Shawwal comes,
The season of increase, and joy, and storytellers comes;
Now comes that time when «Bottles upon the shoulder!»
They say--for the porters come and are back to back.[86]
_Ref._: O. 158.--W. 218.
XCI.
Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
This quatrain owes its inspiration to C. 12.
When I am dead wash me with wine,
Say my funeral service with pure wine,
If thou wishest that thou shouldst see me on the resurrection-day
Thou must seek me in the earth of the tavern threshold.
_Ref._: C. 12, L. 13, B. 12, S.P. 7, P. 299, B. ii. 9, T. 12.--W 6, N.
7, V. 11
[Illustration: _THE APPROACH TO NAISHAPUR_
_From a painting by I.R. Herbert_]
O. 69 may also be quoted:
Take heed to stay me with the wine-cup,
And make this amber[87] face like a ruby;
When I die, wash me with wine,
And out of the wood of the vine make the planks of my coffin.
_Ref._: O. 69, C. 158, L. 308, B. 304, S.P. 109, P. 212, B. ii. 199, T.
143, P. v. 153.--W. 139, N. 109, V. 311.
XCII.
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare
Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air
As not a True-believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
This quatrain is translated from C. 16.
I will drink so much wine that this aroma of wine
Shall rise from the earth when I am beneath it;
So that when a drinker shall pass above my body,
He shall become drunk and degraded from the aroma of my potations.
_Ref._: C. 16, L. 28, B. 26, S.P. 14, B. ii. 11.--W. 17, N. 14, V. 27.
XCIII.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong;
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,
And sold my Reputation for a Song.
The inspiration for this quatrain comes from C. 170.
When my mood inclined to prayer and fasting,
I said that all my salvation was attained;
Alas! that those Ablutions[88] are destroyed by my pleasures,
And that Fast of mine is annulled by half a draught of wine.
_Ref._: C. 170, L. 366, B. 362, S.P. 162, P. 343, B. ii. 207, T.
118.--W. 180, N. 162, V. 365.
The last line is suggested by O. 22.
XCIV.
Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
This quatrain is inspired by C. 431.
Every day I resolve to repent in the evening,
Making repentance of the brimful goblet and cup;
Now that the season of roses[89] has come, I cannot grieve
Give penitence for repentance in the season of roses, O Lord!
_Ref._: C. 431, L. 655, B. 647 B. ii. 510.--W. 425, V. 704.
XCV.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
The original of this quatrain is O. 62.
Although wine has rent my veil (of reputation),
So long as I have a soul I will not be separated from wine;
I am in perplexity concerning vintners, for they--
What will they buy that is better than what they sell?
_Ref._: O. 62, C. 196, L. 350, B. 346, P. 311, B. ii. 167, T. 123, P.
iv. 63, P. v. 202.--W. 208, N. 463, E.C. 11, V. 350.
XCVI.
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
This quatrain is translated from C. 223.
Alas! that the book of youth is folded up?
And that this fresh purple spring is winter-stricken;[90]
That bird of joy, whose name is Youth,
Alas! I know not when it came nor when it went.
_Ref._: C. 223, L. 332, B. 328, S.P. 128, B. ii. 155, T. 161.--W. 155,
N. 128, V. 334.
XCVII.*
Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the fainting Traveller might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
This quatrain is inspired by C. 509.
Oh! would that there were a place of repose,
Or that we might come to the end of the road;
Would that from the heart of earth, after a hundred thousand years,
We might all hope to blossom again like the verdure.
_Ref._: C. 509, L. 768, B. 754, S.P. 395, B. ii. 522.--W. 442, N. 400,
V. 820.
XCVIII.*
Would but some wingéd Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern Recorder otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
This quatrain in its original form in the second edition was closer to
the original Persian.
Oh if the World were but to re-create,
That we might catch ere closed the Book of Fate,
And make the Writer on a fairer leaf
Inscribe our names, or quite obliterate!
It owes its inspiration to N 457.
I would that God should entirely alter the world,
And that he should do it now, that I might see him do it;
And either that he should cross my name from the Roll,
Or else raise my condition from want to plenty.[91]
_Ref._: N. 457, S.P. 451.--W. 486, V. 841.
XCIX.
Ah, Love! could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
* * * * *
This quatrain is translated from C. 395.
Had I, like God, control of the heavens,
Would I not do away with the heavens altogether,
Would I not so construct another heaven from the beginning
That, being free, one might attain to the heart's desire?
_Ref._: C. 395, L. 594, B. 587, S.P. 337, P. 98, B. ii, 450, T. 268.--W.
379, N. 340, V. 641.
C.
Yon rising moon that looks for us again--
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden--and for _one_ in vain.
This quatrain in its various forms is inspired by O. 5.
Since no one will guarantee thee a to-morrow,
Make thou happy now this lovesick heart;[92]
Drink wine in the moonlight, O Moon, for the moon[93]
Shall seek us long and shall not find us.
_Ref._: O. 5, C. 7, L. 5, S.P. 8, P. 219, B. 4, B. ii. 8, T. 6, P. v.
168.--W. 7, N. 8, E.C. 5, V. 4.
CI.
And when like her, Oh Saki, you shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your joyous errand reach the spot
Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!
This quatrain is taken from O. 83 and 84.
Friends when ye hold a meeting together,
It behoves ye warmly to remember your friend;
When ye drink wholesome wine together,
And my turn comes, turn (a goblet) upside down.
_Ref_.: O. 83.--W. 234, V. 459.
Friends, when with consent ye make a tryst together,
And take delight in one another's charms,
When the Cup-bearer takes (round) in his hand the Mugh[94] wine,
Remember a certain helpless one in your benediction.
_Ref._: O. 84, L. 290, B. 286, S.P. 191, P. 226, B. ii. 245.--W. 205, N.
192, V. 293.
APPENDIX.
In addition to the quatrains composing the final form in which we know
his poem, there are a few stray quatrains scattered about Edward
FitzGerald's Introduction and Notes. There are also two quatrains which
appeared in the first edition only, and nine that appeared in the second
edition only. I do not think that this work would be complete without an
attempt to identify these quatrains in the original texts which inspired
them.
IN THE INTRODUCTION.[95]
PAGE 4.
Khayyam, who stitched the Tents of Science,
Has fallen in Grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent-ropes of his life,
And the Broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!
The quatrain upon p. 4 is a literal translation by Prof. Cowell of O.
22.
_Ref._: O. 22, C. 59, L. 74, B. 70, S.P. 81, P. 205, B. ii. 94, T. 307,
P. iv. 65, P. v. 195.--W. 83, N. 81, V. 73.
PAGE 7.
Oh, Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn
In Hell, whose fires thyself shall feed in turn;
How long be crying, «Mercy on them, God!»
Why, who art Thou to teach, and He to learn?
The quatrain upon p. 7 is FitzGerald's rendering of C. I.
O, burnt one (born) of the burnt! destined in turn to burn,
And oh, thou! from whom the fires of Hell shall blaze,[96]
How long wilt thou keep saying, «Have mercy upon Omar!»
Wilt _thou_ be a teacher of mercy to _God_?
_Ref._: C. 1, L. 769, B. 755, S.P. 453, P. ii. 1, B. ii. 537, T. 1.--W.
488, N. 459, V. 821.
PAGE 7.
If I myself upon a looser Creed
Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed,
Let this one thing for my Atonement plead.
That One for Two I never did misread.
The quatrain on p. 7 is FitzGerald's rendering of O. 1.
If I have never threaded the pearl[97] of thy service,
And if I have never wiped the dust of sin from my face,
Nevertheless, I am not hopeless of thy mercy,
For the reason that I have never said that One was Two.[98]
_Ref._: O. 1, C. 274, L. 423, B. 419, P. 4, S.P. 228, B. ii. 302, P. iv.
8.--W. 268, N. 229, V. 461.
IN THE NOTES.
XVIII.
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew--
I saw the solitary Ringdove there,
And «Coo, coo, coo!» she cried, and «Coo, coo, coo.»
The quatrain in the note to quatrain No. 18 is translated from C. 419.
That palace that reared its pillars up to heaven,
Kings prostrated themselves upon its threshold;
I saw a dove that, upon its battlements,
Uttered its cry: «Where, where, where, where?»[99]
_Ref._: C. 419, L. 627, B. 619, S.P. 347, P. 140, B. ii. 459, P. iv.
13.--W. 392, N. 350, V. 677.
XC.
Be of Good Cheer--the sullen Month will die,
And a young Moon requite us by and by:
Look how the Old one, meagre, bent, and wan
With Age and Past, is fainting from the Sky!
The quatrain in the note to quatrain No. 90 is translated from C. 218.
Be happy! for the moon of thy festival will come,
The means of mirth will all be propitious;
This moon has become lean, bent-figured and thin,
Thou may'st say that it will sink under this trouble.
_Ref._: C. 218, B. ii. 186.
IN THE FIRST EDITION.
XXXIII.
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, «What Lamp had Destiny to guide
«Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?»
And--«A blind Understanding» Heav'n replied.
XLV.
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.
XXXVII.
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?
In the first edition we find quatrain No. 33, which, like its distant
cousin in the fourth edition (No. 34), appears to have no near parallel
in the texts. No. 45 is a quatrain in a like predicament, and it may be
for this reason that FitzGerald dropped it out of all subsequent
editions.
The only other quatrain peculiar to the first edition is No. 37. This
would appear to have been inspired by ll. 3 and 4 of O. 20, quoted in
the parallels to quatrain No. 57 and by O. 17, ll. 3 and 4.
Nothing thou canst say of yesterday, that is past, is sweet;
Be happy and do not speak of yesterday, for to-day is sweet.
_Ref._: O. 17, C. 84, L. 193, B. 190, P. 126, B. ii. 59, T. 65 and 352,
P. iv. 68, P. v. 62.--W 112, E.C. 6, V. 189.
IN THE SECOND EDITION.
The quatrains peculiar to the second edition are as follows:
XIV.
Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin
The Thread of present Life away to win--
What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall
Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!
This quatrain is inspired by O. 136.
How long shall I grieve about what I have or have not,
And whether I shall pass this life light-heartedly or not?
Fill up the wine-cup, for I do not know
That I shall breathe out the breath that I am drawing in.
_Ref._: O. 136, C. 504 and 427, L. 740, B. 726, S.P. 362, P. 207, B. ii.
484, P. v. 64.--W. 411, N. 366, V. 730.
XXVIII.
This was replaced by No. 63 in the fourth and fifth editions, taken from
the same original.
XLIV.
Do you, within your little hour of Grace,
The waving Cypress in your Arms enlace,
Before the Mother back into her arms
Fold, and dissolve you in a last embrace.
The sentiment of this quatrain is traceable in C. 189, ll. 1 and 2, and
in C. 195.
Be happy! for the time will come
(When) all bodies will be hidden in the earth.
_Ref._: C. 189, L. 393, B. 389, S.P. 160, B. ii. 203.--N. 160, V. 390.
My whole mood is in sympathy with rosy cheeks,
My hand is always grasping the wine cup;
I exact from every part (of me) its allotted function,
Ere that those parts (of me) be mingled with the all.
_Ref._: C. 195, L. 349, B. 345, S.P. 163, P. 287, B. ii. 206, T.
122.--W. 181, N. 163, V. 349.
LXV.
If but the Vine and Love-abjuring Band
Are in the Prophet's Paradise to stand,
Alack, I doubt the Prophet's Paradise
Were empty as the hollow of one's Hand.
This quatrain is inspired by O. 127 and by C. 60.
To drink wine and consort with a company of the beautiful
Is better than practising the hypocrisy of the zealot;
If the lover and the drunkard are doomed to hell,
Then no one will see the face of heaven.
_Ref._: O. 127, L. 608, B. 601, S.P. 339, P. 330, B. ii. 453, P. v.
151.--W. 381, N. 342, V. 655.
FitzGerald was evidently «reminded of» this by N. 64 which is C. 60.
They say that drunkards will go to hell,
It is a repugnant creed, the heart cannot believe it;
If drunken lovers are doomed to hell,
To-morrow heaven will be bare like the palm of one's hand.
_Ref._: C. 60, L. 158, B. 155, S.P. 64, T. 308, P. v. 29.--W. 67, N 64,
V. 156.
LXXVII.
For let Philosopher and Doctor preach
Of what they will, and what they will not,--each
Is but one Link in an eternal Chain
That none can slip, or break, or over-reach.
For this quatrain I can find neither authority nor inspiration.
LXXXVI.
Nay, but, for terror of his wrathful Face,
I swear I will not call Injustice Grace;
Not one Good Fellow of the Tavern but
Would kick so poor a Coward from the place.
I think the inspiration for this must have been C. 8.
No man is he whom his fellow men spurn,
And (at the same time) for fear of his malice number among the good;
If a drunkard shows reluctance in generosity,
All his fellow drunkards hold him to be a mean fellow.
_Ref._: C. 8, L. 3, B. ii. 15, T. 9.--V. 416.
XC.
And once again there gather'd a scarce heard
Whisper among them; as it were, the stirr'd
Ashes of some all but extinguisht Tongue,
Which mine ear kindled into living Word.
This was a fourth quatrain evolved out of O. 103. _Vide_ quatrains Nos.
82, 83, and 87 _ante_.
XCIX.
Whither resorting from the vernal Heat
Shall Old Acquaintance Old Acquaintance greet,
Under the Branch that leans above the Wall
To shed his Blossom over head and feet.
This quatrain, interpolated after No. 91 of the fourth edition (= No. 98
of the second edition), is an elaboration founded upon the story told by
Nizam ul-Mulk and recorded by FitzGerald in his Introduction.
CVII.
Better, oh better, cancel from the Scroll
Of Universe one luckless Human Soul,
Than drop by drop enlarge the Flood that rolls
Hoarser with Anguish as the Ages roll.
This quatrain, interpolated after the quatrain which became No. XCVIII.
in the fourth edition, was no doubt inspired by N. 457 (_q.v. sub_ No.
98 _ante_) and by O. 54.
What the Pen has written never changes,
And grieving only results in deep affliction;
Even through all thy life thou weepest tears of blood,
Not one drop becomes increased beyond what it is.
_Ref._: O. 54, B. ii. 144.
VARIATIONS
BETWEEN THE SECOND, THIRD AND FOURTH EDITIONS OF FITZGERALD'S
TRANSLATION OF
OMAR KHAYYAM
STANZA
I. In ed. 2:
Wake! For the Sun behind yon Eastern height
Has chased the Session of the Stars from Night;
And, to the field of Heav'n ascending, strikes
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
In the first draft of ed. 3 the first and second lines stood thus
Wake! For the Sun before him into Night
A Signal flung that put the Stars to flight.
II. In ed. 2:
Why lags the drowsy Worshipper outside?
V. In edd. 2 and 3:
But still a Ruby gushes from the Vine.
IX. In edd. 2 and 3:
Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say.
X. In ed. 2:
Let Rustum cry «To Battle!» as he likes,
Or Hatim Tai «To Supper!»--heed not you
In ed. 3:
Let Zal and Rustum thunder as they will.
STANZA
XII. In ed. 2:
Here with a little Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou, etc.
XIII. In ed. 2:
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go,
Nor heed the music of a distant Drum!
XX. In ed. 2:
And this delightful Herb whose living Green.
XXII. In edd. 2 and 3:
That from his Vintage rolling Time has prest.
XXVI. In edd. 2 and 3.
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust.
XXVII. In ed. 2:
Came out by the same door as in I went.
XXVIII. In edd. 2 and 3.
And with my own hand wrought to make it grow.
XXX. In ed. 2.
Ah, contrite Heav'n endowed us with the Vine
To drug the memory of that insolence!
XXXI. In ed. 2:
And many Knots unravel'd by the Road.
XXXII. In edd. 2 and 3:
There was the Veil through which I could not see.
XXXIII. In ed. 2:
Nor Heav'n, with those eternal Signs reveal'd.
XXXIV. In ed. 2:
Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind
The Veil of Universe I cried to find
A Lamp to guide me through the darkness; and
Something then said--«An Understanding blind.»
XXXV. In ed. 2:
I lean'd, the secret Well of Life to learn.
STANZA
XXXVI. In ed. 2:
And drink; and that impassive Lip I kiss'd.
XXXVIII. In ed. 2 the only difference is «For» instead of «And» in the
first line; but in the first draft of ed. 3 the stanza appeared thus:
For, in your Ear a moment--of the same
Poor Earth from which that Human Whisper came,
The luckless Mould in which Mankind was cast
They did compose, and call'd him by the name.
In ed. 3 the first line was altered to--
Listen--a moment listen!--Of the same, etc.
XXXIX. In ed. 2:
On the parcht herbage but may steal below.
XL. In ed. 2:
As then the Tulip for her wonted sup
Of Heavenly Vintage lifts her chalice up,
Do you, twin offspring of the soil, till Heav'n
To Earth invert you like an empty Cup.
In the first draft of ed. 3 the stanza is the same as in edd. 3 and 4,
except that the second line is--
Of Wine from Heav'n her little Tass lifts up.
XLI. In ed. 2 and the first draft of ed. 3:
Oh, plagued no more with Human or Divine
To-morrow's tangle to itself resign.
XLII. In ed. 2:
And if the Cup you drink, the Lip you press,
End in what All begins and ends in--Yes;
Imagine then you _are_ what heretofore
You _were_--hereafter you shall not be less.
The first draft of ed. 3 agrees with edd. 3 and 4, except that the first
line is--
And if the Cup, and if the Lip you press.
STANZA
XLIII. In ed. 2:
So when at last the Angel of the drink
Of Darkness finds you by the river-brink,
And, proffering his Cup, invites your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff it--do not shrink.
In the first draft of ed. 3 the only change made was from «proffering»
to «offering,» but in ed. 3 the stanza assumed the form in which it also
appeared in ed. 4. The change from «the Angel» to «that Angel» was made
in MS. by FitzGerald in a copy of ed. 4.
XLIV. In ed. 2:
Is't not a shame--is't not a shame for him
So long in this Clay suburb to abide!
XLV. In ed. 2:
But that is but a Tent wherein may rest.
XLVI. In ed. 2:
And fear not lest Existence closing _your_
Account, should lose, or know the type no more.
XLVII. In ed. 2:
As much as Ocean of a pebble-cast.
In ed. 3:
As the SEV'N SEAS should heed a pebble-cast.
XLVIII. In ed. 2:
One Moment in Annihilation's Waste,
One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste--
The Stars are setting, and the Caravan
Draws to the Dawn of Nothing--Oh make haste.
In the first draft of ed. 3 the third line originally stood: