Living
Quatrain 180
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
To prayer and fasting when my heart inclined,
All my desire I surely hoped to find;
Alas! my purity is stained with wine,
My prayers are wasted like a breath of wind.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 180.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/179/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 180.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/179/.
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