Happy Monday and welcome to the final post of the “Monday with Khayyam” series.
I have been enjoying the time spent reviewing my beloved old book of Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and digging a few to share with you.
Poetry is like Opera- you either love it or hate it. I don’t remember when or how my love of poetry started. It just did. I like the way a single poem can convey different feelings and meanings to readers. Poetry is multi dimensional, fluid and always relevant- regardless of when it was written. I can read Khayyam’s Rubaiyat 10 centuries after he wrote them and they don’t feel old or irrelevant.
I wanted to end our Summer of Khayyam with his Rubaiyat I have recited the most and still ponder over. I first heard it in a foreign movie when I was about 11 or 12. It sounded so beautiful that I immediately wrote down as much of it as it could remember and looked it up later.
Here it is. I leave it to you then to arrive at the final lesson.
Rubaiyat (Quatrain Poem) in Farsi (in my handwriting), followed by Fitzgerald’s rendering. The illustration is by Hossein Behzad.
Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse -if dimly, yet indeed- reveal’d,
Toward which the fainting Traveler might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
Read Slowly, Reflect Deeply, Enjoy Immensely
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