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  • Poetry time - Favourite poems by others
     OP - April 23, 2009, 04:33 PM
    Time for a bit of culture. A gold star to whoever identifies the author and the poem.

    The Koran! well, come put me to the test--
    Lovely old book in hideous error drest--
    Believe me, I can quote the Koran too,
    The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

    And do you think that unto such as you,
    A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew,
    God gave the Secret, and denied it me?--
    Well, well, what matters it! believe that too.



    ===========
    allat: edited thread title to differentiate from that other poetry thread.
    Look not above, there is no answer there;
    Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer;
    Near is as near to God as any Far,
    And Here is just the same deceit as There.

    - Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #1 - April 23, 2009, 04:34 PM
    That's Omar Khayyam.   dance
    "Befriend them not, Oh murtads, and give them neither parrot nor bunny."  - happymurtad's advice on trolls.
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #2 - April 23, 2009, 04:37 PM
    I just realised that my signature may have given it away!  oops
    Look not above, there is no answer there;
    Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer;
    Near is as near to God as any Far,
    And Here is just the same deceit as There.

    - Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #3 - April 23, 2009, 04:40 PM
    rofl. It wasn't rocket science. parrot Omar Khayyam is cool.

    Cheetah didn't get the poem though.
    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #4 - April 23, 2009, 04:44 PM
    Its the poem quoted in Allat's sig.   Tongue
    "Befriend them not, Oh murtads, and give them neither parrot nor bunny."  - happymurtad's advice on trolls.
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #5 - April 23, 2009, 04:44 PM
    OK. A bigger gold star if you can name the translator of this version.
    Look not above, there is no answer there;
    Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer;
    Near is as near to God as any Far,
    And Here is just the same deceit as There.

    - Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #6 - April 23, 2009, 04:49 PM
    Quote from: Cheetah on April 23, 2009, 04:44 PM
    Its the poem quoted in Allat's sig.   Tongue

    Yes but what is the name of it, smartypants? It isn't called "The Poem Quoted in Allat's Sig" by Ommar Effin' Khayyam innit?  bunny
    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #7 - April 23, 2009, 04:51 PM
    Keep your knickers on Os!   Tongue  Its the Rubaiyat translated by Edward Fitzgerald.
    "Befriend them not, Oh murtads, and give them neither parrot nor bunny."  - happymurtad's advice on trolls.
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #8 - April 23, 2009, 05:34 PM
    Wrong translator, I'm afraid!
    Look not above, there is no answer there;
    Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer;
    Near is as near to God as any Far,
    And Here is just the same deceit as There.

    - Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #9 - April 23, 2009, 06:15 PM
    Quote from: Dr Diavolo on April 23, 2009, 04:33 PM
    Time for a bit of culture. A gold star to whoever identifies the author and the poem.

    The Koran! well, come put me to the test--
    Lovely old book in hideous error drest--
    Believe me, I can quote the Koran too,
    The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

    And do you think that unto such as you,
    A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew,
    God gave the Secret, and denied it me?--
    Well, well, what matters it! believe that too.




    How did Omar Khayyam get his poems to rhyme in modern English?! This man was a genius! (As a polymath, he actually was!)
    Religion - The hot potato that looked delicious but ended up burning your mouth!

    Knock your head on the ground, don't be miserly in your prayers, listen to your Sidi Sheikh, Allahu Akbar! - Lounes Matoub
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #10 - April 23, 2009, 06:16 PM
    Quote
    Wrong translator, I'm afraid!


    Edward Henry Whinfield?
    "Befriend them not, Oh murtads, and give them neither parrot nor bunny."  - happymurtad's advice on trolls.
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #11 - April 24, 2009, 02:20 AM
    It's Richard Le Gallienne's translation, my favourite translator of Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat.  001_wub

    Christopher Hitchens quotes from this translation in his "The Portable Atheist".  dance
    "Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be amused."
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #12 - April 24, 2009, 09:22 AM
    Quote from: allat on April 24, 2009, 02:20 AM
    It's Richard Le Gallienne's translation, my favourite translator of Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat.  001_wub

    Christopher Hitchens quotes from this translation in his "The Portable Atheist".  dance


    Correct. Big gold star for you.

    Hitchens also quotes one of the verses in 'God is not Great'.
    Look not above, there is no answer there;
    Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer;
    Near is as near to God as any Far,
    And Here is just the same deceit as There.

    - Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #13 - April 24, 2009, 09:30 AM
    Quote from: Dr Diavolo on April 23, 2009, 04:33 PM
    Time for a bit of culture. A gold star to whoever identifies the author and the poem.

    The Koran! well, come put me to the test--
    Lovely old book in hideous error drest--
    Believe me, I can quote the Koran too,
    The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

    And do you think that unto such as you,
    A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew,
    God gave the Secret, and denied it me?--
    Well, well, what matters it! believe that too.




    One day someone should compile a book about the Great Islamic Writers, Scholars and Scientists throughout the ages that were actually Atheists, Agnostics, Heretics or skeptics.

    I don't think there would be many actual "Muslim" Islamic scholars left lol
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #14 - April 24, 2009, 09:31 AM
    Wallahi, I was planning on doing just that. Grin
    I chose to get circumcised at 17, don't tell me I never believed.
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #15 - April 24, 2009, 09:33 AM
    Quote from: awais on April 24, 2009, 09:31 AM
    Wallahi, I was planning on doing just that. Grin


    Start it and post it here and you can add to it.
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #16 - February 23, 2010, 10:23 AM
    From the geat 11th century "Islamic"?  thinker, Omar Khayyam


    Look not above, there is no answer there;
    Pray not, for no one listens to your prayer;
    Near is as near to God as any Far,
    And Here is just the same deceit as There.

    And do you think that unto such as you;
    A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew:
    God gave the secret, and denied it me?--
    Well, well, what matters it! Believe that, too.

    "Did God set grapes a-growing, do you think,
    And at the same time make it sin to drink?
    Give thanks to Him who foreordained it thus--
    Surely He loves to hear the glasses clink!"


    My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat your children. Praise be to Allah." -- Mike Tyson
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #17 - February 23, 2010, 11:22 AM
     yes
    My Book     news002       
    My Blog  pccoffee
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #18 - February 23, 2010, 12:39 PM
    Quote from: Hassan on April 24, 2009, 09:30 AM
    One day someone should compile a book about the Great Islamic Writers, Scholars and Scientists throughout the ages that were actually Atheists, Agnostics, Heretics or skeptics.

    I don't think there would be many actual "Muslim" Islamic scholars left lol


    Please do so sayedi  yes
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #19 - May 20, 2010, 04:44 PM
    الهلال
    أحمد شوقي

    سنون تعاد ودهر يعيد * لعمره ما في الليالي جديد
    أضاء لآدم هذا الهلال * فكيف تقول الهلال الوليد
    نعد عليه الزمان القريب * ويحصي علينا الزمان البعيد
    علي صفحتيه حديث القري * وأيام عاد ودنيا ثمود
    وطيبة أهله بالملوك * وطيبة مقفرة بالصعيد
    يزول ببعض سناه الصفا * ويفني ببعض سناه الحديد
    ومن عجب وهو جد الليالي * يبيد الليالي فيما يبيد
    يقولون يا عام قد عدلت لي * فيا ليت شعري بماذا تعود ؟
    لقد كنت لي أمس ما لم أرد * فهل أنت لي اليوم ما لا أريد
    ومن صابر الدهر صبري له شكي في الثلاثين شكوي لبيد
    ظمئت ومثلي بري أحق * كأني " حسين " ودهري " يزيد "
    تغابيت حتي صحبت الجهول * وداريت حتي صحبت الحسود



    The Crescent Moon

    By Ahmed Shawqi

    Years merely returning and time repeating itself
    I swear by your life there is nothing new in this world

    This very crescent moon provided light for Adam
    So how can we say it is a "New Moon?"

    We count the months by it
    But it counts eons by us

    On it's face is recorded the lives of by gone ages
    The days of 'Ad and Thamud

    It saw Thebes bustling with Kings
    And it sees Thebes desolate in the desert

    It's rays wear away stone
    And it's rays destroy Steel

    And strange, since it is the father of Night,
    That nights are amongst the things it obliterates

    They say a new year has come upon me!
    But would that I knew what you will bring

    Yesterday you brought only that which I did not wish
    So will you once again bring me what I do not wish?

    Indeed anyone who has had to bear patiently the agonies of time
    Would complain in his thirties the complaint of Labeed

    Indeed I am thirsty and such as me has a right to be quenched
    Yet I am like Husain and my time is that of Yazeed

    I have feigned ignorance to the extent that the ignorant acompany me
    And I have so hidden my grief that the envious surround me.
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #20 - May 20, 2010, 05:06 PM

    Aubade

    by Philip Larkin

    I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
    Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
    In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
    Till then I see what's really always there:
    Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
    Making all thought impossible but how
    And where and when I shall myself die.
    Arid interrogation: yet the dread
    Of dying, and being dead,
    Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
    The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
    - The good not done, the love not given, time
    Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
    An only life can take so long to climb
    Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
    But at the total emptiness for ever,
    The sure extinction that we travel to
    And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
    Not to be anywhere,
    And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

    This is a special way of being afraid
    No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
    That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
    Created to pretend we never die,
    And specious stuff that says No rational being
    Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
    That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
    No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
    Nothing to love or link with,
    The anasthetic from which none come round.

    And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
    A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill
    That slows each impulse down to indecision.
    Most things may never happen: this one will,
    And realisation of it rages out
    In furnace-fear when we are caught without
    People or drink. Courage is no good:
    It means not scaring others. Being brave
    Lets no one off the grave.
    Death is no different whined at than withstood.

    Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
    It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
    Have always known, know that we can't escape,
    Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
    Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
    In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
    Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
    The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
    Work has to be done.
    Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

    "we can smell traitors and country haters"


    Quote from: arX on April 30, 2011, 11:33 PM
    God is Love.
    Love is Blind. Stevie Wonder is blind. Therefore, Stevie Wonder is God.

  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #21 - May 20, 2010, 05:08 PM


    What a line, what a description of religion:

    ++++++

    This is a special way of being afraid
    No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
    That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
    Created to pretend we never die


    "we can smell traitors and country haters"


    Quote from: arX on April 30, 2011, 11:33 PM
    God is Love.
    Love is Blind. Stevie Wonder is blind. Therefore, Stevie Wonder is God.

  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #22 - May 20, 2010, 05:09 PM
    Nice  Afro
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #23 - May 20, 2010, 05:21 PM
    Interesting poems, chaps.

    The moon one reminded me of some verses from the Rubaiyat:


    Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
    How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
    How oft hereafter rising look for us
    Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!


    And when like her, oh, Saki, you shall pass
    Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
    And in your joyous errand reach the spot
    Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #24 - May 20, 2010, 05:43 PM
    Quote from: Zebedee on May 20, 2010, 05:21 PM
    Interesting poems, chaps.

    The moon one reminded me of some verses from the Rubaiyat:


    Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
    How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
    How oft hereafter rising look for us
    Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!


    And when like her, oh, Saki, you shall pass
    Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
    And in your joyous errand reach the spot
    Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!



    Omar Khayyam  Afro another great heretic - let's face it all the best people are heretics  Afro
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #25 - May 20, 2010, 05:49 PM
    Quote from: Hassan on May 20, 2010, 05:43 PM
    Omar Khayyam  Afro another great heretic - let's face it all the best people are heretics  Afro


    Aye, laddie  Afro
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #26 - May 20, 2010, 05:56 PM
    My Balls by Q-Man


    My Balls...

    With vicious power, they deflower

    My Balls...

    A warm haven, they stay shaven

    My Balls...

    In the summer, they hang low because it's hot
    But in the winter they stay close, nice and taut

    My Balls...

    One hangs lower than the other
    If you don't believe me, just ask your mother

    My Balls...

    Bring the whole world to righteousness

    *Bows* Thank you.
    fuck you
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #27 - May 20, 2010, 05:57 PM
    Quote
    One hangs lower than the other
    If you don't believe me, just ask your mother


     Grin
    "we can smell traitors and country haters"


    Quote from: arX on April 30, 2011, 11:33 PM
    God is Love.
    Love is Blind. Stevie Wonder is blind. Therefore, Stevie Wonder is God.

  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #28 - May 20, 2010, 05:58 PM
     Cheesy
  • Re: Poetry time
     Reply #29 - May 20, 2010, 06:00 PM
    Quote from: Q-Man on May 20, 2010, 05:56 PM
    My Balls by Q-Man


    My Balls...

    With vicious power, they deflower

    My Balls...

    A warm haven, they stay shaven

    My Balls...

    In the summer, they hang low because it's hot
    But in the winter they stay close, nice and taut

    My Balls...

    One hangs lower than the other
    If you don't believe me, just ask your mother

    My Balls...

    Bring the whole world to righteousness

    *Bows* Thank you.


    Haha looooooool

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