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Omar Khayyam



Some for the glories of this world and some,

Sigh for the great paradise to come,

Ah, take the cash and let the credit go,

Nor heed the rumble of a distant drum.



Response by MNA





I care not for this world’s glories like some,

Nor do I long what waits as the time here is done,

My Beloved has shown me the truth of all things,

So I say let my Beloved’s will be done.



Omar Khayyam



With the wise did I wisdom’s seed sow,

And with my own hand sought to make it grow,

And this was all the harvest that I reaped:

I came like water, like wind I go.



Response by MNA



The wise, I found out, did not really know,

How wisdom in the heart and mind does grow,

So I chose not to labour over a fruitless toil,

And drank deep at the Fountain of Divine Love.



Omar Khayyam



Ah, that Spring should vanish with the rose,

That youth’s sweet scented manuscript should close,

The nightingale that in the branches sang,

Wither flown and whence, who knows!





Response by MNA



Once I too lamented the loss of Spring and the rose,

Wondering why youth’s sweet scent manuscript should close,

Pining for the nightingale that in the branches sang,

But I forgot all, when beckoned to  my Beloved’s House.