Visual interpretation of the quatrains of Omar Khayyam
Translation - Pouyan SHATERI - Tehran
Translation - Pouyan SHATERI - Tehran
Thought I'm gifted allure, glamour, grace
An earthly figure with a lovely face
There is no clue why I was sent to earth
why the painter of universe drew my trace
Old castles that lodged kings with no fear
Today serve as den to foxes, there and here
Kings who for pleasure hunt down some deer
Will soon be down dead by death's spear
In this corner, there's me, the minstrel, music and wine
We have no fear, no worry, no shame; our recess is divine
Glee all over, in heart, soul, and every sound around
We are free from fire, wind, water; whatever may whine
We are the puppets, destiny performs the play
We'll be live on the show as long as we may
Once our turn is up, we return to clay
All playful puppets will retire some day
Fast asleep, I heard the wise man say
Slumber wont bring the bliss you look for, hey!
What you think you do rehearsing to pass away
Take wine, for in grave you will long lay !