The morning dawns and the cloud has woven a canopy, The morning draught, my friends, the morning draught! It is strange that at such a season They shut up the wine tavern! Oh, hasten! Have they still shut up the door of the tavern? Open, oh thou Keeper of the Gates![17] The influence of these lines is carried on into the next quatrain. III. And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted--«Open then the Door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.» The inspiration for this quatrain is found in four ruba'iyat of the Calcutta MS., viz.: 641, 207 (ll. 3 and 4), 273, 247. It is the hour for the morning draught, and the cock-crow, O Saki, Here are we, and the wine, and the street of the vintners, O Saki, What time is this for devotions? Be silent, O Saki, Let be the traditions,[18] and drink to the dregs, O Saki. _Ref._: L. 685, B. 676, C. 461, S.P. 448, B. ii. 599.--W. 483, N. 454, V. 737. Thou must drink wine, and gratify the pleasures of thy heart, It is clear that so long (and no longer) thou wilt remain in this world. _Ref._: L. 281, B. 277, C. 207.--V. 285. O Essence of Delight! Arise, it is the dawn! Softly, softly drink wine, and play the harp For those who are asleep do not find much, And none of those who are gone will ever come back. _Ref._: L. 431, B. 427, P. 289, C. 273, B. ii. 307, T. 173, P. v. 163.--N. 235, V. 469. It is the dawn! Arise, O strange boy! Fill up the crystal cup with ruby wine. For this moment (of existence) that is lent thee in this corner of mortality Thou may'st seek long, but thou shalt not find it again. _Ref._: L. 402, B. 398, P. 224, S.P. 213, C. 247, B. ii. 282, P. iv. 21.--N. 214, V. 425. IV. Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires. This quatrain is translated from two ruba'iyat in the Ouseley MS., 13 and 80. Now that there is a possibility of happiness for the world, Every living heart[19] has yearnings towards the desert, Upon every bough is the appearance of Moses' hand, In every breeze is the exhalation of Jesus' breath.[20] _Ref._: P. 194, O. 13.--W. 116. Now is the time when by the spring breezes[21] the world is adorned, And in hope of rain it opens its eyes,[22] The hands of Moses appear like froth upon the bough, And the breath of Jesus comes forth from the earth. _Ref._: O. 80, L. 272, B. 268, C. 204, S.P. 186, P. 157.--W. 201, N. 186, V. 276. V. Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose, And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows; But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine, And many a Garden by the Water blows.