207. (360.)

Endure this world without my wine I cannot !
Drag on life's load without my cups I cannot!
I am the slave of that sweet moment, when
They say, "Take one more goblet," and I cannot!

Dun.

208. (364.)

MAKE light to me the world's oppressive weight, And hide my failings from the people's hate,

And grant me peace to-day, and on the morrow Deal with me as Thy mercy may dictate!

209. (365).

Souls that are well informed of this world's state,
Its weal and woe with equal mind await,

For, be it weal we meet, or be it woe,
The weal doth pass, and woe too hath its date.

210. (366.)

Lament not fortune's want of constancy,
But up! and seize her favours ere they flee;
If fortune always cleaved to other men,
How could a turn of luck have come to thee?

211. (367.)

Chief of old friends! hearken to what I say,

Let not heaven's treacherous wheel your heart dismay;
But rest contented in your humble nook,
And watch the games that wheel is wont to play.

212. (368.)

Hear now Khayyam's advice, and bear in mind,
Consort with revellers, though they be maligned,
Cast down the gates of abstinence and prayer,
Yea, drink, and even rob, but, aye be kind!

213. (374.)

Have you no shame for all the sins you do,

Sins of omission and commission too?

Suppose you gain the world, you can but leave it, You cannot carry it away with you!

214. (376.)

Some look for truth in creeds, and forms, and rules;
Some grope for doubts or dogmas in the schools;
But from behind the veil a voice proclaims,
"Your road lies neither here nor there, O fools."

215. (379.)

Had I the power great Allah to advise,
I'd bid him sweep away this earth and skies,
And build a better, where, unclogged and free,
The clear soul might achieve her high emprise.

216. (381.)

To drain the cup, to hover round the fair,
Can hypocritic arts with these compare?

If all who love and drink are going wrong, There's many a wight of heaven may well despair!

217. (383.)

"Tis well in reputation to abide,

'Tis shameful against heaven to rail and chide; Still, head had better ache with over drink, Than be puffed up with Pharisaic pride!

218. (385.)

O Lord! from self-conceit deliver me,

Sever from self, and occupy with Thee!
This self is captive to earth's good and ill,
Make me beside myself, and set me free!

219. (387.)

Since all man's business in this world of woe Is sorrow's pangs to feel, and grief to know, Happy are they that never come at all, And they that, having come, are first to go!

220. (389.)

Nor you nor I can read the etern decree,
To that enigma we can find no key;

They talk of you and me behind the veil, But, sweep that veil away, and where are we?