Listen to:
Rubai from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
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.
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.
Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears
Today of past Regrets and future Fears:
Tomorrow!--Why,
Tomorrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Yesterday This Day's
Madness did prepare;
Tomorrow’s Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink! for you not
know whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know
not why you go, nor where.
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