Living
Quatrain 1
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,
«Arise my brethren of the revellers' guild,
That I may fill our measure, full of wine
Or e'er the measure of our days be filled.»
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 1.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/0/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 1.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/0/.
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