The Mind
Quatrain 142
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
Whilom, ere youth's conceit had waned, methought
Answers to all life's problems I had wrought;
But now, grown old and wise, too late I see
My life is spent, and all my lore is naught.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 142.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/141/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 142.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/141/.
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