THE RUBAIYAT
OF
SALAH AL-DIN IBN BIN DEEN
OF
KUNNYPORE
BY
C DEAN
GAMAHUCHER PRESS WEST GEELONG VICTORIA AUSTRALIA 2008
PREFACE
The cup bearers wine so divine
In that hole paradise doth find
Ecstasies ladder from thou we climb
Thy hole contains pleasures untold
Along thy rim the tongue doth skim
Frothing the wine within
Oh cup bearer cup bearer raise it to my chin
Life is short so within lets dance and sing
Oh Shariz rose of blushing bloom
The furry bee dips deep in thy moistened womb
Fold upon fold it stretches through
Drinking up thy wine in ecstatic swoon
Thy red flushed lips pouting moon-flower
Clutch the bee in thy humid bower
Entangled deep he cries for more
As thy wines nectar on him shower
Thou rose art fragrance dewed but set to high
The bee to short to reach but does sigh
On table side he nimbly climbs
To dally and sip sweet wine which thou supply
Warm tight fragrant bloom thy mouth tightly shut
Tender soft prodding round the bee doth strut
Then bud pokes out thy mouth opens with smile
Its tongue doth on thy wine glut
Pink lipped purple tipped indolent flower
Like a cats eye at midday hour
Ripe smell like girls perfumed breaths
Oh the sweet wine in thy hidden bower
The pink flesh-like pistil concealed
In the flower unrevealed
Pokes from its velvety case
As odoriferous wine drips o’er the verdant field
Oh cup bearer bring thy wine don’t refrain
Up lift thy porphyry cup that I may drain
My lips to thy lips jar
Lips on cups rim I sip again and again
On the wine-cups lip I will stay
In paradise with its juice I say
Tis with the cups wine ecstasies attained
Cup bearer thy cup don’t take away
Wake cup bearer up and spread thy hair
With thy honeyed wine thy cup prepare
To love and play in the bright still light
All is gay with thy wine there is no care
Oh cup bearer with out thy wine I cant bear
My heart longs when thou arnt there
With out thy lip I am filled with pains
Wines withdrawals brings loves despair
Thy flesh-like bowl with lips of pinkish hue
Honeyed wine filled to my view
Oh cup bearer kindness to thy friend show
Up turn thy cup that of thy wine I can drink too
Oh the bulbul singing to the garden did fly
Me with my cup bearers cup on the flowers did lie
No singing to mine ear did ecstasy bring
Ecstasies bliss from my cup bearers cup did rise to I
My love on Samarkand carpet did lie
Through the sun lit air bulbuls did fly
My gazelle eye did offer her flower to me
“Come drink its wine†she did sigh to I
Orange groves the sun did brighten
Neath pleasures the sun doth heighten
Jasper jeweled pink rimed cup
Honeyed wine drips as the flower did tighten
OH rose of Shariz thy wine did drip fiery hot
These long night someone to see it there is not
Oh my bloom has got cold from lack of sight
Oh beloved to the flower rub it and make it hot
Moon beams glisten on the ouds lacquered base
To the lilting tunes dew the flowers lips doth lace
The candle guttering is almost dead
Honeyed wine shimmers on the flowers face
The desert wind blows o’er thy lips
Moistening the parched earth with the moisture it drips
Oh my beloved Rose of Shariz
Wines oasis within thy folds the bee sips
Fountain of porphyry wide sardonyx mouth
Cleft of coral under the hood doth pout
Wine from the grapes bud gushes forth
Oh Samarkand flower thy watery mouth
The budding grape entangled in the vine
The suns light upon it doth shine
No Ispahan jewel or Samarkand pearl
Worth more than a drop of thy wine
Up turn thy cup cup bearer turns
Thy wine hotter than Karkhiya burns
The wine drips fromst thy hole like molten glass
It rim froths with bubbles in my lips churns
Isbn 1876347732