Since life passes; what is Baghdad and what is Balkh? When the cup is full, what matter if it be sweet or bitter?[29] Drink wine, for often, after thee and me, this moon Will pass on from the last day of the month to the first, and from the first to the last. _Ref._: O. 47, L. 299, B. 226, C. 123, S.P. 105, P. 51, T. 99.--W. 134, N. 105, E.C. 2, V. 236. If closer reference for line 3 be required, it may be found in N. 18, ll. 3 and 4. Whether our Saki holds the neck of the bottle in his hand, Or the soul of wine oozes over the rim of the cup. _Ref._: L. 35, B. 32, S.P. 18.--W. 21, N. 18, V. 33. «The leaves of life» recur constantly either as leaves of a tree, or of a book. FitzGerald's inspiration comes from C. 377, ll. 1 and 2. (_Vide_ also _sub._ No. 9.) At the moment when I flee from destiny, And fall like the leaf of the vine, from the branch. _Ref._: C. 377, L. 574, B. 567, S.P. 265, B. ii. 353, T. 249.--W. 309, N. 266, V. 614. IX. Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? And this first Summer month that brings the Rose Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away. This quatrain owes its origin to three separate ruba'iyat, viz.: O. 135 (ll. 3 and 4) C. 500 (ll. 1 and 2), C. 481 (ll. 3 and 4). Sit in the shade of the rose, for, by the wind, many roses Have been scattered to earth and have become dust. _Ref._: O. 135, L. 671, B. 663, S.P. 366, B. ii. 483, T. 277.--W. 414, N. 370, V. 720. By the coming of Spring and the return of December[30] The leaves of our life are continually folded. _Ref._: C. 500, L. 745, B. 731, P. 242, S.P. 397, B. ii. 531.--W. 444, N. 402, V. 797. For it has flung to earth a hundred thousand Jams and Kais,[31] This coming of the first-summer-month and departing of the month December. _Ref._: C. 481, L. 712, B. 701, S.P. 449, P. 216, B. ii. 603.--W. 484, N. 455, V. 764. X. Well, let it take them! What have we to do With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru? Let Zal[32] and Rustum bluster as they will, Or Hatim call to supper--heed not you. The first two lines of this quatrain echo two fragments from the MSS. O. 139 (ll. 3 and 4), and C. 57 (ll. 1 and 2). The cup is a hundred times better than the kingdom of Feridun,[33] The tile that covers the jar is better than the crown of Kai Khosru. _Ref._: O. 136, L. 650, B. 642, S.P. 378, P. 246, B. ii. 511, P. v. 178.--N. 382, V. 609. One draught of wine is better than the Empire of Kawus, And is better than the Throne of Kobad and the Empire of Tus. _Ref._: C. 57, L. 122, B. 119, S.P. 61, P. 297.--W. 64, N. 61, V. 121. The last two lines are translated from C. 503 (ll. 3 and 4). Bow not thy neck though Rustum son of Zal be thy foe, Be not grateful though Hatim Tai befriend thee.[34]