An online archive of the first five editions of Edward FitzGerald's translation of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

1868 edition, stanza 33

1868 edition, stanza 33

What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?

And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!

Ah, contrite Heav'n endowed us with the Vine

To drug the memory of that insolence!