But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me The Quarrel of the Universe let be: And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht, Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.
Leave the wise be
Leave the paradoxes of the universe with me
As for you, make game of that which makes game of you
This smoothly flows into the next verse where Khayyam says that its all but a game of shadows
