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 My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:

   And Lip to Lip it murmur'd〃While you live;

 Drink!for once dead you never shall return。〃





XXXV。



 I think the Vessel; that with fugitive

 Articulation answer'd; once did live;

   And merry…make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd

 How many Kisses might it takeand give。





XXXVI。



 For in the Market…place; one Dusk of Day;

 I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:

   And with its all obliterated Tongue

 It murmur'd〃Gently; Brother; gently; pray!〃





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!





XXXVIII。



 One Moment in Annihilation's Waste;

 One moment; of the Well of Life to taste

   The Stars are setting; and the Caravan

 Starts for the dawn of NothingOh; make haste!





XXXIX。



 How long; how long; in infinite Pursuit

 Of This and That endeavour and dispute?

   Better be merry with the fruitful Grape

 Than sadden after none; or bitter; Fruit。





XL。



 You know; my Friends; how long since in my House

 For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:

   Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed;

 And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse。





XLI。



 For 〃IS〃 and 〃IS…NOT〃 though with Rule and Line;

 And; 〃UP…AND…DOWN〃 without; I could define;

   I yet in all I only cared to know;

 Was never deep in anything butWine。





XLII。



 And lately; by the Tavern Door agape;

 Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape;

   Bearing a vessel on his Shoulder; and

 He bid me taste of it; and 'twasthe Grape!





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。





XLIV。



 The mighty Mahmud; the victorious Lord;

 That all the misbelieving and black Horde

   Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul

 Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword。





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。





XLVI。



 For in and out; above; about; below;

 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow…show;

   Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun;

 Round which we Phantom Figures come and go。





XLVII。



 And if the Wine you drink; the Lip you press;

 End in the Nothing all Things end inYes…

   Then fancy while Thou art; Thou art but what

 Thou shalt beNothingThou shalt not be less。





XLVIII。



 While the Rose blows along the River Brink;

 With old Khayyam the Ruby Vintage drink:

   And when the Angel with his darker Draught

 Draws up to theetake that; and do not shrink。





XLVIX。



 'Tis all a 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。





L。



 The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes;

 But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;

   And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field;

 He knows about it allHE knowsHE knows!





LI。



 The Moving Finger writes; and; having writ;

 Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit

   Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line;

 Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it。





LII。



 And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky;

 Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die;

   Lift not thy hands to IT for helpfor It

 Rolls impotently on as Thou or I。





LIII。



 With Earth's first Clay They 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 Dawn of Reckoning shall read。





LIV。



 I tell Thee thisWhen; starting from the Goal;

 Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal

   Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung;

 In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul





LV。



 The Vine had struck a Fibre; which about

 It clings my Beinglet the Sufi flout;

   Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key;

 That shall unlock the Door he howls without。





LVI。



 And this I know: whether the one True Light;

 Kindle to Love; or Wrath consume me quite;

   One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught

 Better than in the Temple lost outright。





LVII。



 Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin

 Beset the Road I was to wander in;

   Thou wilt not with Predestination round

 Enmesh me; and impute my Fall to Sin?





LVIII。



 Oh Thou; who Man of baser Earth didst make;

 And who with Eden didst devise the Snake;

   For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man

 Is blacken'd; Man's Forgiveness giveand take!



* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *



KUZANAMA。 (〃Book of Pots〃)





LIX。



 Listen again。  One Evening at the Close

 Of Ramazan; ere the better Moon arose;

   In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone

 With the clay Population round in Rows。





LX。



 And strange to tell; among that Earthen Lot

 Some could articulate; while others not:

   And suddenly one more impatient cried

 〃Who is the Potter; pray; and who the Pot?〃





LXI。



 Then said another〃Surely not in vain

 My substance from the common Earth was ta'en;

   That He who subtly wrought me into Shape

 Should stamp me back to common Earth again。〃





LXII。



 Another said〃Why; ne'er a peevish Boy

 Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;

   Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love

 And Fansy; in an after Rage destroy!〃





LXIII。



 None answer'd this; but after Silence spake

 A Vessel of a more ungainly Make:

   〃They sneer at me for leaning all awry;

 What? did the Hand then of the Potter shake?〃





LXIV。



 Said one〃Folks of a surly Tapster tell;

 And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell;

   They talk of some strict Testing of usPish!

 He's a Good Fellow; and 'twill all be well。〃





LXV。



 Then said another with a long…drawn Sigh;

 〃My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:

   But; fill me with the old familiar Juice;

 Methinks I might recover by…and…bye!〃





LXVI。



 So; while the Vessels one by one were speaking;

 One spied the little Crescent all were seeking:

   And then they jogg'd each other; 〃Brother! Brother!

 Hark to the Porter's Shoulder…knot a…creaking!〃



* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *





LXVII。



 Ah; with the Grape my fading Life provide;

 And wash my Body whence the life has died;

   And in a Windingsheet of Vineleaf wrapt;

 So bury me by some sweet Gardenside。





LXVIII。



 That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare

 Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air;

   As not a True Believer passing by

 But shall be overtaken unaware。





LXIX。



 Indeed; the Idols I have loved so long

 Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:

   Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup;

 And sold my Reputation for a Song。





LXX。



 Indeed; indeed; Repentance oft before

 I sworebut was I sober when I swore?

   And then and then came Spring; and Rose…in…hand

 My thread…bare Penitence a…pieces tore。





LXXI。



 And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel;

 And robb'd me of my Robe of Honourwell;

   I often wonder what the Vintners buy

 One half so precious as the Goods they sell。





LXXII。



 Alas; 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!





LXXIII。



 Ah; Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire

 To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire;

   Would not we shatter it to bitsand then

 Re…mould it nearer 

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