Omar Khayyam, Part I: Prelude
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into flight (Chorus)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Before the phantom of false morning died (Chorus)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: And as the cock crew, those who stood before (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Now the new year reviving old desires (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Iram indeed is gone with all his rose (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon (Chorus)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Each morn a thousand roses brings, you say (Beloved)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: With me along the strip of herbage strown (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Some for the glories of this world (Chorus)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Look to the blowing Rose about us - "Lo" (Beloved)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Think, in this battered caravanserai (Chorus)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: I sometimes think that never blows so red (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Ah, my Beloved, fill the cup that clears (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend (Chorus)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Alike for those who for To-day prepare (Beloved)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Myself when young did eagerly frequent (Philosopher)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: What, without asking, hither hurried Whence? (Chorus)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Up from earth's centre through the seventh gate (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Earth could not answer. nor the seas that mourn (Chorus)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Then of Thee in Me who works behind (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: Then to the lip of this poor earthen urn (Poet)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: I think the vessel, that with fugitive (Philosopher)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: As then the tulip for her morning sup (Beloved)
Omar Khayyam, Part I: So when that Angel of the darker drink (Beloved)