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Khayyam ! thy body surely resembles a tent
The soul of a Sultan is there, & its habitation is the perishable world
The ferrash of fate, to make another habitation of it
Takes down this tent when the sultan rises.

 

F4 45

'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultán to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultán rises, and the dark Ferrásh
Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.

Nic 80

Ô Khèyam! ton corps ressemble absolument àune tente: l'âme en est le sultan, et sa dernière demeure est le néant. Quand le sultan est sorti de sa tente, les fèrrachs du trépas viennent la détruire pour la dresser à une autre étape.

P 100

 Thy body, Kheyyam, to a tent I compare;
lts Sultan the soul and his dwelling's elsewhere:
When the Sultan goes forth, his true dwelling to seek,
The tent-pitcher Death strikes the tent then and there.

Th 131

Khayyam, a tent thy body typifies.
Where its Sultan, the soul, a brief time lies.
And Death's ferrash for its next halting-place
Doth strike this tent when its Sultan doth rise.

Wh 82

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.

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