The Rubaiyat: Quatrain XLVI

For in and out, above, about, below,
‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show
Play’d in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

This is the forty-sixth quatrain of the FitzGerald's Rubaiyat. The poet relates the reality all around to a magic shadow show where images are not real but part of a show put on by the all powerful. We are nobody but phantom figurines that come to live there life in the game the creator put on. Like a square box with a candle in the center and shapes cut out on the box sides, when the hot air slowly rotates the box, the candle puts on a show of shadows. Its the same with the universe, we are just small pawns devised for entertainment by the Showman. Like that magic box show where candle is the center, in this magic show the sun is the candle and we are that shapes that rotate in the night sky for someone's amusement!