Omar Khayyám

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Visual interpretation of the quatrains of Omar Khayyam
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 !

Darling! for the morning draught on an earthly day
All we need is wine and a nice melody to play
For, tens and thousands of kings and castles have laid
In dust, through the passage of years from June to May

Beneath the celestial sphere, you shall learn
There is a mortal punch all men shall take in turn
Bitter, don't be; when your cup is up next in air
Cheer up, Drink, for fate compels you to take your turn

The are some who take the path religions run
Other some conceive have found faith in one
I'm afraid some day a holy voice would call
"You fools! the absolute right way is none"