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           Medieval Sourcebook:  
            Omar Khayyam:  
            Profession of Faith, c. 1120 
           
            Ye, who seek for pious fame, 
              And that light should gild your name, 
              Be this duty ne'er forgot--- 
              Love your neighbor---harm him not. 
              To Thee, Great Spirit, I appeal, 
              Who can'st the gates of truth unseal; 
              I follow none, nor ask the way 
              Of men who go, like me, astray; 
              They perish, but Thou canst not die, 
              But liv'st to all eternity. 
              Such is vain man's uncertain state, 
              A little makes him base or great; 
              One hand shall hold the Koran's scroll, 
              The other raise the sparkling bowl--- 
              One saves, and one condemns the soul. 
            The temple I frequent is high, 
              A turkish-vaulted dome---the sky, 
              That spans the world with majesty. 
              Not quite a Muslim is my creed, 
              Nor quite a Giaour; my faith indeed 
              May startle some who hear me say, 
              I'd give my pilgrim staff away, 
              And sell my turban, for an hour 
              Of music in a fair one's bower. 
              I'd sell the rosary for wine, 
              Though holy names around it twine. 
              And prayers the pious make so long 
              Are turned by me to joyous song; 
              Or, if a prayer I should repeat, 
              It is at my beloved's feet. 
            They blame me that my words are clear; 
              Because I am not what I appear; 
              Nor do my acts my words belie--- 
              At least, I shun hypocrisy. 
              It happened that but yesterday 
              I marked a potter beating clay. 
              The earth spoke out--- "Why dost thou strike? 
              Both thou and I are born alike; 
              Though some may sink and some may soar, 
              We all are earth, and nothing more." 
           
            Source. 
            From: Charles F. Horne, ed., The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East, (New York: Parke, Austin, & Lipscomb, 1917), Vol. VIII: Medieval Persia, pp.
              13-14 (Translated by E. H. Whinfield) 
            Scanned by Jerome S. Arkenberg, Cal. State Fullerton. The text has been modernized by
              Prof. Arkenberg. 
           
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