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Title Meaning
.......Rubi is a Farsi word for quatrain, a four-line poetry stanza. The plural of rubi is rubiyt. Thus, a literal
English rendering of the title of this famous poem is The Quatrains of Omar Khayym. (Farsi is the language
that has been spoken in Iran since the about the ninth century AD. It is written with Arabic characters.)
Authors
.......The Rubiyt of Omar Khayym is the work of two authors, Omar Khayym (1048-1131) and Edward
FitzGerald (1809-1893). Khayym wrote quatrains in his native Iranian language, Farsi. Each quatrain, though
consisting of only four lines, stood alone as a separate work, usually an epigram or a special insight. FitzGerald
translated many of Khayym's quatrains and combined them into a single work with a central theme, carpe
diem. But he also added his own insights and couched the quatrains in his own style. Some critics maintain that
the poetic quality of FitzGerald's finished product exceeded that of Khayym's original quatrains. In other
words, Khayym supplied the lumber, and FitzGerald built the house. In 1869, scholar and critic Charles Eliot
Norton (1827-1908) wrote in The North American Review that the Rubiyt "is the work of a poet inspired by
the work of a poet; not a copy, but a reproduction, not a translation, but the redelivery of a poetic inspiration. In
the same article, Norton, who himself was a translator of foreign-language literary works, wrote that
There is probably nothing in the mass of English translations or reproductions of the poetry of the East to be
compared with this little volume [the Rubiyt] in point of value as English poetry. In the strength of rhythmical
structure, in force of expression, in musical modulation, and in mastery of language, the external character of
the verse corresponds with the still rarer qualities of imagination and of spiritual discernment which it displays.
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Themes
Carpe Diem (Seize the Day)
.......The poet, who refers to himself as "old Khayym," is unable to commit himself to belief in an afterlife.
Consequently, he believes in living for today:
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust Descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer andsans End!
Wine as the Water of Life
.......In a universe that refuses to reveal the ultimate destiny of man, the only intelligent way for one to relieve
the anxiety about his fate, old Khayym says, is to drink the Lethe of wine. In its intoxicating nectar, one may
forget the past and the future, living only for the pleasure of the moment. Wine, of course, can symbolize
aesthetic and intellectual pleasures, as well as physical ones.
Fate
.......Pervading the poem is a sense of helplessness against forces beyond the control of man. The universe,
time, and of course fate will have their way no matter what man does to counteract their power. Stanza 51
presents fate as a Moving Finger that writes man's destiny:
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.
Ineluctable Death
.......Khayym strikes a somber, melancholy note when he continually reminds the reader that death will
ultimately claim everyone. And after it does, he says, what then?
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Note: The following uses first-person point of view in summarizing and paraphrasing the speaker of the poem.
Indented passages and words in quotation marks are exactly as they appear in the poem.
.......As dawn drives out darkness, I dream of a voice in the tavern crying out to fill the cup before lifes liquor
runs dry. A rooster crows. Those at the tavern door beg entry, saying, You know how little while we have to
stay, / And, once departed, may return no more."
.......Of course, now at the beginning of spring, there is time for the thoughtful soul to visit the solitude of the
garden. There he will see blossoms as white as the hand of Moses after God spoke to him (Exodus 4:6)
blossoms that perfume the air like the breath of Jesus. He will also see grapes on the vine. How lucky we are to
have gardens with grapes. How lucky we are to have gardens at all. Consider Iram, King Shaddad's
stupendous garden city. The desert sands have swallowed it. All of its beautiful roses gone. (The Arabian
Nights tells the story of King Shaddad and Iram. Sir Richard Burton's 1850 translation of of the work says that
Iram was a great city of gold and silver with streets paved with rubies and pearls and planted with trees bearing
yellow fruit.) Gone too are flowers resembling the magical cup of Jamshyd. (Jamshyd, or Jamshid, was a
mythical Persian king.)
.......But there are grapes. And if there are grapes, there will be wine. In recognition of the grape as the fruit of
fruits, the nightingale cries out to a yellow rose in ancient Sanskrit (an ancient language of India) that its petals
must blazon with red.
.......In this fire of spring, one must fill the cup and fling off winter, for there is no time to waste. Time is a swift
bird now on the wing. Come with me, old Khayyam, and let others lie about as they may. Even when people
practicing Hatim Taithat well-known tradition of generositycall you to supper, heed them not.
.......Yes, come with me along a strip of herbage that divides the desert from the garden, and we fill find a place
beneath a bough. There, with a loaf of bread, a jug of wine, a book of verse, and you beside me singing, our
wilderness will become a paradise.
.......How sweet is the here and now. Although others await a better life, I say take the cash in hand and forget
the rest. The worldly hope men set their hearts upon either turns to ashes or it prospers; but when it prospers, it
is gone in an hour or two, like snow that lights upon the desert. Thus, those who harvest golden grain and
those who throw it to the wind are alike in their in their fate.
.......In this battered inn that is lifean inn whose doorways are day and nightSultan after Sultan sojourned
an hour or two, then went his way. Now the lion and the lizard keep the courts where Jamshyd once sat in glory
and drank deep; even the Sassanian sovereign Bahram now lies in sleep.
.......I sometimes think the rose is never so red as where some buried ruler, some Caesar, bled; and every
hyacinth in the garden springs from what was once a lovely head. And this delightful herb whose green adorns
the edge of the riverlean upon it lightly, for who knows from what lovely lip it rises.
.......Ah, fill the cup that makes us forget past regrets and future fears. Who knows what tomorrow may bring.
.......Lo! Some that we loved as the best that time and fate could produce have already drunk their cup and now
lie at rest. And we who now make merry when summer blooms will one day also lie beneath the couch of earth.
.......So make the most of the pleasures we have left to us before we too settle into dust without wine, or song,
or singer. Keep in mind these words:
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There."
(A muezzen is a crier who calls Muslims to prayer from the tower of a mosque.)
.......Saints and wise men who have discussed this world and the hereafter now lie silent, their words scattered
to the wind and their mouths stopped with dust. Therefore,
Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
.......When I was young, I spoke frequently with philosophers and holy men about death and what comes after,
and I always went out the door the same way I went in. Oh, yes, I tried hard to coax to life the seed of their
wisdom, but I reaped no harvest. All I know for certain is that one day I will go out of this universe to I know not
where.
.......Up from the earth I came and rose higher and higher, and many problems I solved along the way. But I
could not unravel the knot of human death and fate, for
There was a Door to which I found no Key:
There was a Veil past which I could not see:
Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE
There seemedand then no more of THEE and ME.
.......On some days,
.........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.
.......And then did I return to the earthen vessel to drink and learn the secret of the well of life, and it murmured
to me, "While you live,
Drink!for once dead you never shall return." I think that vessel must once have lived a merry life.
.......At dusk one day in the marketplace, I watched a potter thumping his clay, and it murmured, Gently,
brother, gently, pray!
.......Ah, fill the cup. Why worry about unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday when today is sweet. It is better to
be merry with the grape than sad with bitter fruit. Years ago I learned this lesson and banished reason from my
bed and took the daughter of the vine as my spouse. The grape can transmute leaden metal into gold.
.......Destiny plays games with men, who are but pieces on a checkerboard to be moved and slain. The moving
finger of fate writes its tale, and nothing we do can cancel a line. Our tears cannot wash away a single word.
But do not lift your hands for help to that inverted bowl, the sky, for it rolls on, heedless.