_Ref._: C. 159, L. 316, B. 312, S.P. 178, P. 197.--W. 193, N. 178, V. 318. LXXXIX. «Well,» murmured one, «Let whoso make or buy, My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry: But fill me with the old familiar Juice, Methinks I might recover by and by.» This quatrain is inspired by C. 188 and O. 116: At that moment when the plant of my existence shall be rooted up, And its branches scattered in all directions; If then they make a flagon of my clay, When they fill it with wine it will live again. _Ref._: C. 188, S.P. 115.--N. 115. When I am abased beneath the foot of Destiny, And am rooted up from the hope of life, Take heed that thou makest nothing but a goblet of my clay, Haply when it is full of wine I may revive. _Ref._: O. 116, C. 345, L. 539, B. 534, S.P. 289, P. 227, B. ii. 385, T. 230, P. v. 146.--W. 330, N. 290, V. 579. XC. So while the Vessels one by one were speaking, The little Moon look'd in that all were seeking: And then they jogg'd each other, «Brother! Brother! Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!» * * * * * This quatrain which concludes the Kuza Nama is inspired by the concluding quatrain of O. 158. The month of Ramazan passes and Shawwal comes, The season of increase, and joy, and storytellers comes; Now comes that time when «Bottles upon the shoulder!» They say--for the porters come and are back to back.[86] _Ref._: O. 158.--W. 218. XCI. Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide, And wash the Body whence the Life has died, And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf, By some not unfrequented Garden-side. This quatrain owes its inspiration to C. 12. When I am dead wash me with wine, Say my funeral service with pure wine, If thou wishest that thou shouldst see me on the resurrection-day Thou must seek me in the earth of the tavern threshold. _Ref._: C. 12, L. 13, B. 12, S.P. 7, P. 299, B. ii. 9, T. 12.--W 6, N. 7, V. 11 [Illustration: _THE APPROACH TO NAISHAPUR_ _From a painting by I.R. Herbert_] O. 69 may also be quoted: Take heed to stay me with the wine-cup, And make this amber[87] face like a ruby; When I die, wash me with wine, And out of the wood of the vine make the planks of my coffin. _Ref._: O. 69, C. 158, L. 308, B. 304, S.P. 109, P. 212, B. ii. 199, T. 143, P. v. 153.--W. 139, N. 109, V. 311. XCII. That ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air As not a True-believer passing by But shall be overtaken unaware. This quatrain is translated from C. 16. I will drink so much wine that this aroma of wine Shall rise from the earth when I am beneath it; So that when a drinker shall pass above my body, He shall become drunk and degraded from the aroma of my potations. _Ref._: C. 16, L. 28, B. 26, S.P. 14, B. ii. 11.--W. 17, N. 14, V. 27. XCIII.