Living
Quatrain 175
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
Ere you succumb to shocks of mortal pain,
The rosy grape-juice from your wine-cup drain.
You are not gold, that, hidden in the earth,
Your friends should care to dig you up again!
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MLA
Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 175.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/174/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 175.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/174/.
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