Living
Quatrain 149
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
Now of old joys naught but the name is left,
Of all old friends but wine we are bereft,
And that wine new, but still cleave to the cup,
For save the cup, what single joy is left?
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MLA
Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 149.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/148/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 149.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/148/.
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