478. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. _Chu mane_, «of one like me.» So in No. 170 (the note which is wrong). Vullers, p. 254. Literally, «mustaches and beards.» 479. So long as I possess two maunds of wine, Bread of the flower of wheat, and mutton chine, And you, O Tulip cheek, to share my hut, Not every Sultan's lot can vie with mine. 479. C. L. N. A. B. I. 480. They call you wicked, if to fame you're known, And an intriguer, if you live alone, Trust me, though you were Khizr or Elias, 'Tis best to know none, and of none be known. 480. C. N. I. 481. Yes! here am I with wine and feres again! I did repent, but, ah! 'twas all in vain; Preach not to me of Noah and his flood, But pour a flood of wine to drown my pain! 481. C. L. N. A. I. J. _Tauba i Nassuh_, a repentance not to be repented of. Nicolas. In line 2 note the _izafat_ dropped after silent _he_. 482. For union with my love I sigh in vain, The pangs of absence I can scarce sustain, My grief I dare not tell to any friend; O trouble strange, sweet passion, bitter pain! 482. N. These quatrains are called _firakiya_, and are rare in Khayyam. 483. 'Tis dawn! I hear the loud Muezzin's call, And here am I before the vintner's hall; This is no time of piety. Be still! And drop your talk and airs devotional! 483. C. L. N. A. I. J. 484. Angel of joyful foot! the dawn is nigh; Pour wine, and lift your tuneful voice on high, Sing how Jemshids and Khosraus bit the dust, Whelmed by the rolling months, from Tir to Dai! 484. C. L. N. A. I. _Tir_ and _Dai_, April and December. 485. Frown not at revellers, I beg of thee, For all thou keepest righteous company; But drink, for, drink or no, 'tis all the same, If doomed to hell, no heaven thou'lt ever see. 485. C. L. N. A. I. J. Koran, xvi. 38: «Some of them there were, whom Allah guided, and there were others doomed to err.» 486. I wish that Allah would rebuild these skies, And earth, and that at once, before my eyes, And either raze my name from off his roll, Or else relieve my dire necessities! 486. N. This rather sins against Horace's canon, «_Nec Deus intersit_,» etc. 487. Lord! make thy bounty's cup for me to flow, And bread unbegged for day by day bestow; Yea, with thy wine make me beside myself. No more to feel the headache of my woe! 487. C. L. N. A. I. J. 488. Omar! of burning heart, perchance to burn In hell, and feed its bale-fires in thy turn, Presume not to teach Allah clemency, For who art thou to teach, or He to learn? 488. C. L. N. A. I. J. The Persian preface states that, after his death, Omar appeared to his mother in a dream, and repeated this quatrain to her. For the last line I am indebted to Mr. Fitzgerald. 489.