The Mind
Quatrain 155
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
Now is the volume of my youth outworn,
And all my spring-tide blossoms rent and torn.
Ah, bird of youth! I marked not when you came,
Nor when you fled, and left me thus forlorn.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 155.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/154/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 155.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/154/.
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