IN THE INTRODUCTION.[95] PAGE 4. Khayyam, who stitched the Tents of Science, Has fallen in Grief's furnace and been suddenly burned; The shears of Fate have cut the tent-ropes of his life, And the Broker of Hope has sold him for nothing! The quatrain upon p. 4 is a literal translation by Prof. Cowell of O. 22. _Ref._: O. 22, C. 59, L. 74, B. 70, S.P. 81, P. 205, B. ii. 94, T. 307, P. iv. 65, P. v. 195.--W. 83, N. 81, V. 73. PAGE 7. Oh, Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn In Hell, whose fires thyself shall feed in turn; How long be crying, «Mercy on them, God!» Why, who art Thou to teach, and He to learn? The quatrain upon p. 7 is FitzGerald's rendering of C. I. O, burnt one (born) of the burnt! destined in turn to burn, And oh, thou! from whom the fires of Hell shall blaze,[96] How long wilt thou keep saying, «Have mercy upon Omar!» Wilt _thou_ be a teacher of mercy to _God_? _Ref._: C. 1, L. 769, B. 755, S.P. 453, P. ii. 1, B. ii. 537, T. 1.--W. 488, N. 459, V. 821. PAGE 7. If I myself upon a looser Creed Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed, Let this one thing for my Atonement plead. That One for Two I never did misread. The quatrain on p. 7 is FitzGerald's rendering of O. 1. If I have never threaded the pearl[97] of thy service, And if I have never wiped the dust of sin from my face, Nevertheless, I am not hopeless of thy mercy, For the reason that I have never said that One was Two.[98] _Ref._: O. 1, C. 274, L. 423, B. 419, P. 4, S.P. 228, B. ii. 302, P. iv. 8.--W. 268, N. 229, V. 461. IN THE NOTES. XVIII. The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw, And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew-- I saw the solitary Ringdove there, And «Coo, coo, coo!» she cried, and «Coo, coo, coo.» The quatrain in the note to quatrain No. 18 is translated from C. 419. That palace that reared its pillars up to heaven, Kings prostrated themselves upon its threshold; I saw a dove that, upon its battlements, Uttered its cry: «Where, where, where, where?»[99] _Ref._: C. 419, L. 627, B. 619, S.P. 347, P. 140, B. ii. 459, P. iv. 13.--W. 392, N. 350, V. 677. XC. Be of Good Cheer--the sullen Month will die, And a young Moon requite us by and by: Look how the Old one, meagre, bent, and wan With Age and Past, is fainting from the Sky! The quatrain in the note to quatrain No. 90 is translated from C. 218. Be happy! for the moon of thy festival will come, The means of mirth will all be propitious; This moon has become lean, bent-figured and thin, Thou may'st say that it will sink under this trouble. _Ref._: C. 218, B. ii. 186. IN THE FIRST EDITION. XXXIII. Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried, Asking, «What Lamp had Destiny to guide «Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?» And--«A blind Understanding» Heav'n replied. XLV.