Thy body is a tent, where harbourage
The Sultan spirit takes for one brief age;
When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher death,
Strikes it, and onward moves, another stage.
82. C. L. N. A. I. J. Manzil, in line 2, «lodging»; in line 3, «stage» Khimaye, a «tent.»
Khayyam, who long time stitched the tents of learning,
Has fallen into a furnace, and lies burning,
Death's shears have cut his thread of life asunder,
Fate's brokers sell him off with scorn and spurning.
In the sweet spring a grassy bank I sought,
And thither wine, and a fair Houri brought;
And, though the people called me graceless dog,
Gave not to Paradise another thought!
84. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. Batar, a contraction. See Bl., Prosody, p. 10.