Songs from the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

Song Cycle by Don Murray (b. 1925)

Word count: 317

1. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night[sung text not yet checked]

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 Sultán's Turret in a Noose of Light.

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2. And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before[sung text not yet checked]

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted -- "Open then the Door!
"You know how little while we have to stay,
"And, once departed, may return no more."

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3. But come with old Khayyám, and leave the Lot[sung text not yet checked]

But come with old Khayyám, and leave the Lot
Of Kaikobád and Kaikhosrú forgot!
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hátim Tai cry Supper -- heed them not.

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5. Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough[sung text not yet checked]

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse -- and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness --
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

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Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani

6. I sometimes think that never blows so red[sung text not yet checked]

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled,
That [every]1 Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in [her]2 lap from some once lovely head.

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1 Lehmann: "ev'ry"
2 first edition, Murray (probably): "its"

Researcher for this text: Barbara Miller

7. The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ[sung text not yet checked]

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.

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8. Listen again. One Evening at the Close[sung text not yet checked]

Listen again. One Evening at the Close
Of Ramazán, ere the better Moon arose,
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay Population round in Rows.

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9. And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot[sung text not yet checked]

And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And suddenly one more impatient cried --
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"

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10. None answer'd this; but after Silence spake[sung text not yet checked]

None answer'd this; but after Silence spake
[A]1 Vessel of a more ungainly Make:
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry;
"What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake!"

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1 second edition: "Some"

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11. Said one -- "Folks of a surly Tapster tell[sung text not yet checked]

Said one -- "Folks of a surly [Tapster]1 tell,
"And daub his Visage with the Smoke of Hell;
"They talk of some [strict Testing]2 of us --- Pish!
"He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."

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1 second edition: "Master"
2 second edition: "sharp trial"

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