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Under vault of heaven we make merry

Ev’n as seasons after their fashion hurry:

Surely as our peers we replaced in time

We must leave seats- for time will not tarry.

benny

 

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The spirited spout by its very shape

Gives somewhat a hint that it holds within;

‘Peer not in confusion of mouth agape

Drink deep and learn of me,’ so says the urn.

benny 

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Quatrain#11 Now Voyager

 

We are lost on this great sea of living

We seek no port or care where we’re heading:

Love, you and I as we make the landfall

Seek not the past nor what future will bring.((First ed.)

 

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Quatrain#39

 

Gone are those Movers and Shakers of yore

They had their day and shall trouble us no more;

Let Rustom holler or Hatim Tai plead,

Never mind- They are all in death done for.

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In continuation of the last fable of Dec.20, think of parallel worlds represented by the tree of Life. Here is Quatrain #2 from The Rubaiyat-Benny Thomas.
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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?
benny

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“The Place where the mighty one once abode
Of Pomp and glory devoid remains ruin’d;
All I could hear there was the cry of dove,
‘Coo! where art thou!’, on and on she moaned.”

(text and illustration-benny thomas)

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Here below I am giving two versions of the Edward Fitzgerald translation.
First the original followed wih a free translation and the last in traditional rhyme pattern AABA.
#40 quartrain( Fifth ed.)
As then the Tulip for her morning sup
Of Heav’nly vintage from the soil looks up,
Do you devoutly do the like,till Heav’n
To Earth invert you-like an empty cup.

40.
Even as the rose drinks deep mists of vintage
Celestial to raise drooping spirit upwards;
Likewise attend to wine from grapes pressed
Till from Heaven your mouth is stopped.

40a.
Morning mists tend a tulip to buck up
From her sleep as wine keeps our spirits up.
Think that death will let us keep ours intact?
All that we held on is for worms to sup.

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Omar Khayyam’s Rubáiyát
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Arise! For morning has knocked the night-
Out like nine pins and out of sight, it’s plain.
And Lo! Each one is out to make the most,
The Game of Life starts anew: place your bets!

benny

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A Parody on the famous lines beginning with ‘Here with a Loaf of bread….

Here with a kindle O, beneath the Sun
A word or two from my love exchanged-
She has her Kindle too; let Khayyam
Find some other meter and rhyme.

benny

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