Rubiyat Songtext

Awake! for the Morning in the Bowl of the Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose,
And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;