Living
Quatrain 174
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
To-day how sweetly breathes the temperate air,
The rains have newly laved the parched parterre;
And Bulbuls cry in notes of ecstasy,
«Thou too, O pallid rose, our wine must share!»
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 174.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/173/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 174.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/173/.
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