The Mind
Quatrain 217
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
Sense, seeking happiness, bids us pursue
All present joys, and present griefs eschew;
She says, we are not as the meadow grass,
Which, when they mow it down, springs up anew.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 217.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/216/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 217.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/216/.
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