Living
Quatrain 179
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
All night in deep bewilderment I fret,
With tear-drops big as pearls my breast is wet;
I cannot fill my cranium with wine,
How can it hold wine, when 'tis thus upset?
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 179.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/178/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 179.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/178/.
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