Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
I hope you have had a wonderful weekend, I had for sure a great weekend. I am looking forward to your responses on our weekend-meditation, but even more I am looking forward to your responses on this new (regular) episode. This month we are exploring "The Rubaiyat" by Omar Khayyam, a 'gathering' of quatrains. This month I try to create posts based on my own insights, but also based on several sources. Why? Well ... I am not that familiar with the work of Khayyam, so I just need to use other sources.
Today I skip again a few of the quatrains and I love to share with you quatrain 7. This episode I have titled "Fire of Spring", the title is extracted from this 7th quatrain. I was immediately caught by those words in this quatrain. What does it mean "Fire of Spring"? Well I have given it a thought and I think I can explain why these words are used.
|Fire of Spring by Kyokophotos (Image found on DeviantArt)|
"Fire of Spring" means in my opinion the return of life after winter. Nature rises like a phoenix from its ashes. Flowers bloom, trees start to get leaves again and blossoms. It's a "fire work" of colors as spring brings new life. But ... on the other hand I also can explain this as a reference to the resurrection of the Lord. Isn't that what spring is? The Son of God arose from the dead giving humanity a new life, He was the source of our rebirth. So maybe this is also what "Fire of Spring" means. Maybe it points also to Mohammad, the Prophet, who got the revalation of the Qu'ran and started preaching Islam. There are so many meanings to discover in "The Rubaiyat" so many layers. And isn't that what we try to bring into our haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry forms?
Let me give you the quatrain to work with:
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly – and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing
© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)
|Fire of Spring (shutterstock)|
“Come fill the Cup” – the eat, drink and be merry theme again; don’t regret the past (Winter), live for today (Spring) – for life is short. “The Bird of Time” image is very neat.
Similar sentiments are to be found in John Gay’s The Beggars Opera (1728), in the second verse of the 22nd Air:
Let us drink and sport to-day,
Ours is not tomorrow.
Love with youth flies swift away,
Age is nought but sorrow.
Dance and sing,
Time's on the wing,
Life never knows the return of spring.
days become longer
(Sources: Wikipedia; Bob Forrest Com)