Poem by: Omar Khayyam
Albanian: Fan Noli
1
At night when I was sleeping, my soul said: "Drink!
There is no happiness in sleep and in the Grave.
Raise it! As long as you live, take down the cup and kiss the maid;
that you have centuries to sleep in peace".
2
In a dream, when the Dawn was breaking,
A voice from the Tavern was rumbling:
"Get up, guys, bring Summer,
That Fate dried up our juice tonight".
3
And as soon as the rooster crowed in the tavern,
The faithful outside shouted "Open the gates!
Life is short, we are tired
And the king is like the coffee after the harvest".
4
Do you know why the singer is singing?
And is it waking you up from your sleep?
That he went one day to inform you,
And you, carefree, sleep and dream.
5
Woke up! I whiten my heart with wine
On the ground every Religion of the Night I crush:
To the Devil I send Heaven up,
I praise the braid with the lute.
6
When the Sun crowned with fire,
It is waiting with gas Nature paged,
I longingly see my friend lying asleep
And the smartest smiling baby.
7
Behold, the Cup of Heaven is reddened by the Dawn,
The nightingale began the song of amusement
With the rose: Come, Peach,
Nature laughs; in the Ruby Glass.
8
Wake up! Morning with arrows' tore it
The night curtain, the stars escaped,
And the hunter Sun with rays caught
Every mountain peak, palace and oak.
9
O fair-faced angel, you have risen,
Pour wine and sing sweetly!
Jamshid and Khosrow since they flourished,
Since they winter today in Varrverri.
10
Here, the new Mars, our desires wave,
Every wise soul goes to Germadha
Where the hand of Moses whitens from the branches
And the spirit of Christ makes the earth green.
11
Clouds are dripping dew on the flowers,
And with a heavenly voice the desert Nightingale:
Ah, Summer! Wine! rose
He begs her to blush his pale pout.
12
Nightingale through the gardens in Spring
See the Cup Lily and the Summer Rose
And says: "Kiss and drink!
You don't find this day four times".
13
See games, flowers, beauty,
Rivers of crystal, chant and chant:
From winter Hell to spring Heaven enlightened us,
Enjoy my And Heaven with Huri.
14
Aries Rose says: "Bloom
And I am adding beauty to the world:
Then he opens the silk purse
And above the garden I am laying the treasure".
15
"I am, he says, the flower of young Joseph
Of Egypt, jewel, heart gold:
There is also a blood-red, torn garment
From the brothers and the wife Petefri.
16
Storm the garden when it destroys me
And the Wheel of Fate crushes my hopes,
I blink like a rose bug,
Yes, my heart is bleeding inside.
17
I was burnt and scalded: Summer!
From the bile of tears I saw: Wine!
In Qelq ruby, Beloved, and Luten
And I escaped from this fire: Summer!
18
With Ver' and Girl, with Lahut and Dance,
With a flute and a song, if you don't care,
Life is worth nothing: Without these it is not
Except poison trees, wells and smoke around.
19
From one hand Rose and Woman,
Out of my hand I gave Rush e krua:
"God - you say - feel sorry for me!"
I don't even forgive my regret, nor do I love it.
20
An Angel was pulling me to the Mosque,
A Devil was dragging me to the Toast;
Yes Ver' red won the case:
Weaves here - and there Vine.
21
In the lap of Huria when you are happy
You lose yourself, you find yourself, you are blessed:
When I drink the soul-saving concoction,
Over Life, Death you are exalted.
22
In the Cave of Wine we threw our minds,
We get drunk, we kiss to gather our wits:
What are you asking? Judgment and brains have flowed from us,
That Girls have stolen our minds.
23
"Why don't you drink less?" humanity tells me
"Why does Toast have no limit?"
One: Girl's Page; two: Ruby of Summer,
Here's why it's crystal clear.
24
Kungata's light is worth every kingdom
In Europe and Africa and Asia:
The girl's moans are more painful
Than every shamat' of the crowd in the Mosque.
25
Win a Heart, kiss and grab,
And worship it as an Altar of Religion:
A hundred Qabaras are not worth as much as a Heart;
Seek the heart, Hajji, not the Stone of the Kaaba.
26
What a pity that Love has not felt
And his heart did not shine in the spring:
Without Ver' and Love every day' past
It is never considered by me.
27
There is no grace or ugliness in Love,
For Hell and for Heaven there is no boredom,
Not even for palaces or huts or caves
Not for silk or rags or ornaments.
28
I take this heart drowned in misery
Without cutting he suffers and moans:
When God gave me the Wine of Love,
He filled my cup with blood from my heart.
29
I expected it! Like lightning it shook me!
My beloved went to me, disgusted me:
I didn't appreciate it when I had it... Ah, what did you wait for!
Into Hell from Heaven rushed me.
30
I moan and sigh, because I don't have you by my side,
My heart went away, the emptiness in my mind didn't leave me,
I can't blame anyone for the trouble, devil, work:
Vremjal' of the flags' and the sky open!
31
I am consumed by the bitterness of separation,
How many times my heart has been broken:
I remember you at night and sigh,
I burn with longing, like a candle I have melted.
32
When there is no tooth and no face, it is not Love,
Without Hell, you cannot find Heaven and Hell:
When you have fire in your heart, day and night
Today it shines brightly and tomorrow it burns blacker.
33
On the road of the Rose full of thorns
I dripped blood, I was taken and I was like:
Without hundreds of wounds and cuts, the comb cannot be sewn
In the hair of the Lover with teeth.
34
My heart is filled with loving eyes,
The heart lives and dies with the flame:
Throw away the beautiful butterfly heart,
The whole sacrifice is burnt carelessly.
35
With an eye of beauty and light,
In my heart Love and fire call me:
You ignore me at all or mock me,
When I sigh for you with longing.
36
Zephyr, blow, mine eye saw thee,
My heart left my chest and left me
And flying after it fell:
The apartment is in your chest today.
37
The cypress that made me a slave to the king
Now he started talking to me again;
He laughs at me with his lips and eyes, because his soul says:
"Do good and throw it into the sea".
38
The girlfriend shined, rushed me,
My heart spoke, my tongue stopped:
Who witnessed torture like this?
I was burning with thirst, I was dying to cry.
39
Who in Gërmadhena has brought you, who?
Who has shown the night well, who?
Who blew you to light an oven for me
Love sick, who?
40
In this And without rest, without rest,
I am tired of searching and traveling:
I have never seen beautiful Cypriots like you,
Not even the moon surpasses you in brightness.
41
O you above And my chosen Cypress,
You are more precious than my soul and eyes:
There is nothing more precious than life;
You are a hundred times more precious to me!
42
Like in the morning the dewy bug
With the rays he smiles comfortingly,
My teary face shines brightly
When you warm my heart with your eyes' written.
43
You, who cross the Grape with your cheek,
And that I heard the nightingale lie,
One eye to the King of Babylon
And the king's tower is snatched from him.
44
For you, I will throw the honor into the sea;
I kick the word, I kick it and the bile:
If my black life is not enough,
Wash away the debt in the Final Judgment with Hell.
45
How long can you, my dear, comfort me,
We lighten the heart from the burden of gall;
That your beauty does not last forever;
Quick! Tomorrow we both go down to Lloma.
46
With blood on the lips, Siren, we are sick and numb,
With teeth and nails, I'm biting:
With arms and braids we strangled him,
With your fiery eyes I digest the writings!
47
With Bread as much as for the soul, with the Moon and Fairy,
With Ver' and Harp' and Vjersha and near you
I am happier in Pjergull t Germadha
That in the palace a quint of Sultans is enthroned.
48
"How nice to be a King!" some think;
"How sweet in Heaven!" what do they believe:
Ah, take the trumpets and leave the change,
Let the drums, lark pumps roar.
49
Do not covet vanity in the world
Forget the good and the bad:
Calm your heart like this blue sky,
It shines on me like a star, like the setting sun.
50
The soul was made for me by God?
For Heaven or Hell? I don't know, but summer
I don't leave accurate gas, Ver' e Vajz' e Kengë,
For prophecies, dreams, fairy tales of holiness.
51
That you know that for Dhena, they are doing a lot of work
And those who throw flags for Heaven,
From the Night Tower the Raven shouts:
"Crazy! There is neither up nor down pay!"
52
With the girl in the spring and on the lawn
With the Song, with the Lute, with the Toast
For fun: let them insult me; I don't miss you!
Here I find Heaven, God.
53
With Ver' and Dance, with Huri - in the paste,
To come to the lawn, he lay down - in the dough,
And the black Hell was completely lost - in the paste,
And here, Paradise was born for us - in the dough.
54
Saki took a cup of wine - kiss it!
The girl as beautiful as a cypress - kiss her!
He weaves it like a black loop where he is caught
The wise old man and the young man - kiss him!
55
Raise the cup and sing a tune,
With Angels and Nightingale symphony:
That Summer laughs, sings, when she drinks from the bottle
And you shouldn't drink except with cheers.
56
With all the Roses, Iram died,
The magic glass Jamshid appeared in the stream,
Yes again, the Ruby Grape Vineyard brings us out
And the garden blooms where the net is an itch.
57
See, thousands of beetles bloom
And the winds a thousand earths fall;
And the days that bring us the Rose
Jamshid and Kaj-Kobad call us.
58
You go with Khajam and lay it out for him
And Kay-Kobad and Kas-Khosro forget:
Let Rustemi invite you to the dedication
And Taji at parties, don't listen to them.
59
Come, fill the Cup and fire of joy
Roar every gall and black poison of remorse:
That the Vulture of Time shortens our life,
And see how fast it flies.
60
Beloved, fill the sobering Cup
Today, from the gall that fled, the horror that approaches:
What about tomorrow? tomorrow I could blow, I lost
In the valley where yesterday flies.
61
The day blew us away, Saki: bring Summer!
We will not see life again: bring Summer!
The world once drowned in cataclysm,
That's how we drowned with Toast: bring Wine!
62
I became a young man again: bring Summer!
Dance with the flag and happiness: bring Summer!
It's okay if it's bitter, said Saki,
Like my life in Persia: bring Wine!
63
The Sakians pour wine and waves of grapes,
In the heart, embers and embers are extinguished:
Glory, O Lord, to this balm
Who healed us and filled us with health.
64
Like a spider, why should we spin it?
The Perin of Life, when will we break it?
What will we gain when we don't know at all
Will we exhale the breath we take?
65
In Nishapur or Babylon,
With the Cup that sours and sweetens,
The leaves of Life fall to us one by one
And her juice is constantly dripping on us.
66
Ah, fill the Cups! The heart calls us,
That Time is passing us by:
Yesterday died, tomorrow does not find us;
Why is it boring when today is cool?
67
Forget the past day altogether
And don't think about tomorrow:
Have a happy moment, white-cheeked,
And don't waste your life in the wind.
68
For tomorrow, don't turn yellow without seeing it,
Enjoy today, good boy:
We quickly run away from this Inn and meet our friends
That went seven thousand years ago.
69
With the lips the rose holly
Every day and night, Doli sings:
That tomorrow Death blows, loose like a flower
And summarize the sheets in And black.
70
Don't remember the past with tears
And for the expectations, don't get tired in vain:
How long have you been in the land, shepherds;
You cannot escape from the sickle of Death.
71
Kissing Lips and Drinking Summer
Indeed, they also end like ashes:
But today at least you are a living ash,
Rejoice until it passes into nothingness.
72
How long is this long Life going on?
He grabbed the long Cyparisn' by the neck.
That tomorrow Mother Earth will catch you
And once it conquers you, it won't let you go.
73
How many loved ones on this grass
That I was named heir
They empty the Cups around a couple of times
And in silence, they take him down one by one to the grave.
74
My friends went! Death without mercy
He squeezed them one by one like grapes in Tire:
We celebrated, drank and talked together,
Then they lay down and said: "Goodbye!"
75
And we, who are having fun on the lawn today,
Where the elders blessed us with Toast,
And we will go down to the bed of earth
And we will make room for innovation.
76
Like tears, the rain drops from the darkened sky
Sis' gives the flower like a chilimiu;
Man earns his bread from the grave:
Because of his dust this beautiful flower grew.
77
The red Rose of every need
From the ground sprouts that drank Caesar's blood:
In the bosom of the garden the violet goes
From the page Girl with Olive from the Grave.
78
And this wet lawn that is opening
The bank of the river where I now stand,
Oh, lie lightly and gently and don't step on it,
Because I don't know from which beautiful lips it comes.
79
Ah, the rose goes with the spring
Autumn brings down the leaves of novelty:
The nightingale, that sings in the branches,
Gone - and who knows where it flies?
80
Ah, drink and Khajamit stretch!
Let the prophets speak, let them!
One thing is true: the flower dies,
How it blooms, - and reap the benefits!
81
Every hope that's on fire engulfs us
It fades to ashes; a match
On the desert ridge like snow
An hour or two – and it melts immediately.
82
In And, O soul, the good things as for the King
And the newspapers and amusements are full of delights
They are nothing but flowers,
That shines for a moment and then disappears.
83
Even the ay that collects and shines gold
Even the ay that throws it, it pours like rain,
When they die they don't become gold and honey:
They are rotting, moldy, mother And black.
84
To this Caravan - Saraj, page changer,
That nights and days are at the door,
Sultans after Sultans were laid down
What did you say - they run away without ever coming back.
85
Well, today you got gas and health: then?
Here, weather like this year: then?
Here, be happy a hundred years: then?
Here, surprisingly, two quints like a king: then?
86
And three hundred years you live full of light,
You will go this way in tears one day,
May you be a tall King or a tall bee
In the grave you will end up numb.
87
Only lions and jackals live there
In the halls where Xhamshid lay, he drank:
Bahrami, who caught with an onager loop,
He got lost, got caught in the mud and puddle.
88
Castle to Heaven once shone
And the happy Queen waited inside:
Over the ruins now the cuckoo cries:
"Where did he go, ah! where? where, where did you land?"
89
From Tusi's wall, Korbi is watching
Kaj-Kavus's skull on the ground
And the horse dances: Caius, the Tall King,
Where are the drums and trumpets?
90
What did I gain from all the bullshit? Never!
And from the torments around? Never!
How much money do you make because today I am a Bright Star?
When I die tomorrow, I go with fairy tales? Never!
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