Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

That's from a 12th century book of Persian poetry called Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

And it was kind of a big deal once it was translated into English.

And one of the reporters recognized it, right?

And specifically, it's the last words of the Rubaiyat.

And I have no idea whose it is.

That's from a 12th century book of Persian poetry called Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

And it was kind of a big deal once it was translated into English.

And specifically, it's the last words of the Rubaiyat.

It's just been, I put it in my glove compartment. It's been sitting there until I read this article in the newspaper.

The phrase Taman Shud was torn out of a poetry book, Persian poetry book that was extremely rare. And local librarians identified the phrase as the very last two words. It's the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

Tamam should means it is finished.

The paper appears to be torn out of a copy of the book.

This is the last words in a book of poetry called the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, which I've done some historical research on this and it was actually a very popular book of poetry back in the war years, back in World War II.

The poetry in the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam dates back to the 12th century.

It's attributed to Omar Khayyam, sometimes known as the astronomer poet of Persia.

The poetry in the book is about life and death and the very last two words are, tamam shud, a Persian phrase that means it is ended.

So they published this in the papers saying, oh, it's the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. Has anyone got a copy with the back page torn out?

Awake! For morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight And glow! The hunter of the east has caught the sultan's turret In a moose of light

Dreaming when Don's left hand was in the sky I heard a voice within the tavern cry Awake, my little ones, and fill the cup Before life's liquor in its cup be dry And as the cock crew, those who stood before the tavern shouted Opened in the door

You know how little while we have to stay And once departed may return no more

That is from something called the Rubiot, which will, uh, specifically the English translation by a guy named Fitzgerald Which will become important, we promise, as this episode proceeds

TAMAM, TAMAMIN as in north this is the final phrase of an English translation by a guy named Edward Fitzgerald The thing he translated the actual rubyat of Omar Kayem is a bunch of poems It's an anthology of poems And they're about how you should live life to the fullest essentially

Awake! For morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight And glow! The hunter of the east has caught the sultan's turret In a moose of light

Dreaming when Don's left hand was in the sky I heard a voice within the tavern cry Awake, my little ones, and fill the cup Before life's liquor in its cup be dry And as the cock crew, those who stood before the tavern shouted Opened in the door

You know how little while we have to stay And once departed may return no more

That is from something called the Rubiot Which will, uh, specifically the English translation by a guy named Fitzgerald Which will become important, we promise, as this episode proceeds

The thing he translated the actual rubyat of Omar Kayem is a bunch of poems It's an anthology of poems And they're about how you should live life to the fullest essentially

Awake! For morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight And glow! The hunter of the east has caught the sultan's turret In a moose of light

Dreaming when Don's left hand was in the sky I heard a voice within the tavern cry Awake, my little ones, and fill the cup Before life's liquor in its cup be dry And as the cock crew, those who stood before the tavern shouted Opened in the door

You know how little while we have to stay And once departed may return no more

Which will, uh, specifically the English translation by a guy named Fitzgerald Which will become important, we promise, as this episode proceeds

TAMAM, TAMAMIN as in north this is the final phrase of an English translation by a guy named Edward Fitzgerald The thing he translated the actual rubyat of Omar Kayem is a bunch of poems It's an anthology of poems