For Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to flight,
the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling;
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly --- and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam