The World in Pictures. 500 illustrated Rubáyát by Omar Khayyam

And that makes all the difference to me!

Pray, who would give a fig for such a sky?

And bread unbegged for day by day bestow;

For union with my love I sigh in vain,
The pangs of absence I can scarce sustain,
My grief I dare not tell to any friend;
O trouble strange, sweet passion, bitter pain!

They call you wicked, if to fame you're known,
And an intriguer, if you live alone;
Trust me, though you were Khizr or Elias,
'Tis best to know none, and of none be known.

Never in this false world on friends rely,
(I give this counsel confidentially);
Put up with pain, and seek no antidote;
Endure your grief, and ask no sympathy!

In slandering and reviling you persist,
Calling me infidel and atheist:
My errors I will not deny, but yet
Does foul abuse become a moralist?

This soul of mine was once Thy cherished bride,
What caused Thee to divorce her from Thy side?

Bulbuls, doting on roses, oft complain

Hope not for mercy! for good left undone
Can not be done, nor evil done undone!