Living
Quatrain 113
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
To-night pour wine, and sing a dulcet air,
And I upon thy lips will hang, O fair;
Yea, pour some wine as rosy as thy cheeks,
My mind is troubled like thy ruffled hair.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 113.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/112/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 113.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/112/.
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