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, Sáki, you shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your blissful errand reach the spot
Where I made One---turn down an empty Glass!
Vedder's note: The sigh of all. Omar, with his feeble hope of a
future, but calmly contemplating inexorable death, still longs for a
continuance of existence, if only in the hearts of his companions.