Living
Quatrain 22
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
Here in this tavern haunt I make my lair,
Pawning for wine, heart, soul, and all I wear,
Without a hope of bliss, or fear of bale,
Rapt above water, earth, and fire, and air.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 22.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/21/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 22.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/21/.
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