Living
Quatrain 274
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
I put my lips to the cup, for I did yearn
The hidden cause of length of days to learn;
He leaned his lip to mine, and whispered low,
«Drink! for, once gone, you never will return.»
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 274.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/273/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 274.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/273/.
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