(Translated from the Persian by Fitzgerald).
1
Wake! For the sun who scatter'd into flight
The stars before him from the field of night,
Drives night along with them from heav'n, and strikes
The Sultan's turret with a shaft of light.
2
Before the phantom of false morning died,
Methought a voice within the tavern cried,
"When all the temple is prepared within,
Why nods the drowsy worshipper outside?"
3
And as the cock crew, those who stood before
The tavern shouted--"Open then the door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."
4
Now the New Year reviving old desires,
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires,
Where the white hand of Moses on the bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the ground suspires.
5
Iram indeed is gone with all his rose,
And Jamshyd's seven-ring'd cup where no one knows;
But still a ruby kindles in the vine,
And many a garden by the water blows.
6
And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!"--the nightingale cries to the rose
That sallow cheek of hers to incarnadine.
7
Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring
Your winter-garment of repentance fling;
The bird of time has but a little way
To flutter--and the bird is on the wing.
8
Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the cup with sweet or bitter run,
The wine of life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The leaves of life keep falling one by one.
9
Each morn a thousand roses bring, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the rose of yesterday?
And this first summer month that brings the rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
10
Well, let it take them! What have we to do
With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru?
Let Zal and Rustum thunder as they will,
Or Hatim call to supper--heed not you.
11
With me along the strip of herbage strown
That just divides the desert from the sown,
Where name of slave and Sultan is forgot--
And peace to Mahmud on his golden throne!
12
A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and Thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness--
Oh, wilderness were Paradise enow!
(V. 4--The Persian new-year begins with the vernal equinox. The
"white hand of Moses" is a figure for Spring blossoms).
(V. 10--Rustum is the Hercules of Persia; Zal, his father).