Pays de poésie

Wether the cup

Toile de Willy Pogany

Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

Omar Khayyam

À Naïshapur ou bien à Babylone,
L’amertume ou la saveur douce et bonne
Va, goutte à goutte, épuiser la bonbonne ;
Et Vie tomber comme feuilles d’automne.

Up from Earth’s Center through the Seventh Gate
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

Du centre de la Terre ai sept portails franchis,
Au trône saturnien m’élevant, je m’assis ;
Tout au long du chemin, bien des noeuds je défis,
Non celui du destin, c’est un trop grand défi.

With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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