Moon of My Delight

Moon of My Delight

 Carpe Diem #1316 Moon of My Delight
 

Ah, Moon of my Delight who know’st no wane,
The Moon of Heav’n is rising once again:
How oft hereafter rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me – in vain!

 

melancholy night
no moonlight in the garden
her perfume gone too

 

 

 

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The Nightengale

The Nightengale

Carpe Diem #1314 The Nightingale

quatrain no. 72

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?

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

the glory of summer
swept away like autumn leaves
fragrant days gone

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tipped in autumn frost
the last roses of summer
wither away

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the nightingale’s song
vanishes with the moon
empty branches remain

Ball Game

Ball Game

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 all – HE knows – HE knows!

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

all of us
tossed in the field of life
destiny or choice

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without it’s death
a flower has no purpose
beauty not it’s fate

Earth’s First Clay

Earth’s First Clay

Carpe Diem #1309 Earth’s First Clay

With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man’s knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sowed the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

 

from dust to ashes
we are formed and die
blown in the wind

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scattered seed
enriching creation
new dawn