Living
Quatrain 200
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
When false dawn streaks the east with cold, grey line,
Pour in your cups the pure blood of the vine;
The truth, they say, tastes bitter in the mouth,
This is a token that the «Truth» is wine.
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MLA
Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 200.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/199/.
Chicago
Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 200.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/199/.
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