The Mind
Quatrain 245
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
Vexed by this wheel of things, that pets the base,
My sorrow-laden life drags on apace;
Like rosebud, from the storm I wrap me close,
And blood-spots on my heart, like tulip, trace.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 245.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/244/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 245.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/244/.
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