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	<title>Poem of the Day &#187; omar-khayyam</title>
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		<title>Rubaiyat verse 1-4</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:20:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tejvan Pettinger</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan&#8217;s Turret in a Noose of Light. 2 Dreaming when Dawn&#8217;s Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, &#8220;Awake, my [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night<br />
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:<br />
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught<br />
The Sultan&#8217;s Turret in a Noose of Light.</p>
<p>2</p>
<p>Dreaming when Dawn&#8217;s Left Hand was in the Sky<br />
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,<br />
&#8220;Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup<br />
&#8220;Before Life&#8217;s Liquor in its Cup be dry.&#8221;</p>
<p>3</p>
<p>And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before<br />
The Tavern shouted&#8211;&#8221;Open then the Door!<br />
&#8220;You know how little while we have to stay,<br />
&#8220;And, once departed, may return no more.&#8221;</p>
<p>4</p>
<p>Now the New Year reviving old Desires,<br />
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,<br />
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough<br />
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.</p>
<p>translated by Ed. Fitzgerald</p>
<p>- Omar Khayyam</p>
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