Posts Tagged ‘Omar Khayyam’
Posted in poetry, tagged art, death, Edward Fitzgerald, falsehood, free translation, gulf of separation, Omar Khayyam, poetry, Prophets, quatrains, The Rubaiyat, Truth on July 26, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Some tales with much moral add’d to lend weight
Prophets have told us: such is their bless’d state
We took it gospel truth: They are all dead.
None returns after he has pass’d the gate.
Divine Will- the Inner Eye
Life of the senses has spread the feast sure
Each takes his fill and thinks the world as fair:
But in death earth has her treasures laid out
True heirs we are, bereft of senses there.
“Under God’s benign eye we may see His rich treasures through His eyes. What makes any one think his eyes are better than that of his maker?” b
Parodies based on Edward Fitzgerald version:
Seeking yet old thrill,-it begins anew
I heard a cry within, ‘Snort or go bust!’
‘Yeah with a monkey on my back a fix
Will give my world its center: I am at rest !
A quick bite on the run to my workplace
Will keep me for the day in this rat race:
You do know how to get on without sweat?
Backbite or kiss the ass to save the face. (#2 and 3 from First Ed.)
Here with a kindle O, beneath the Sun
A word or two from my love,-it is fun
If she had her Kindle too; Had Khayyam
lived now would he check out from Amazon?
Remote control it is not, press I well
Surfing channels of reason, my eyes fail-
If Nature stayed true to will and please
My senses-Ah it would be worth my while.
In this age of instant gratification can Omar Khayyam be relevant to us? I believe the quatrain form could be used to convey our spiritual confusion or love for Immensities that comes in byte-size, only we call it passing time. Nature changes: seasons after seasons on the treadmill of Time, is the riddle that was poets of every age and clime had to come to terms with.
Who is using the remote control, by the way?
It is somewhat like the theatre of the Absurd. One who makes Nature keep renewing the face of the earth affects us as well. Lacking in time we require certainties and only certainty that we end up with is what one might call as Chance.
Thanks to our attention-deficit we also keep checking out what is all available whenever we want some entertainment. Instead we are inundated with bits and snatches of man’s art, news of the mart that would not even feed the appetite of a louse. Who is using the remote control and what for?
Posted in poetry, tagged Benny Thomas, Edward Fitzgerald, free translation, illustated Omar Khayyam, mysticism, Omar Khayyam, omarikhayyamdotcom.wordpress.com, poetry, The Rubaiyat, watercolor on March 28, 2012 | Leave a Comment »