Living
Quatrain 275
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
We lay in the cloak of Naught, asleep and still,
Thou said'st, «Awake! taste the world's good and ill»;
Here we are puzzled by Thy strange command,
From slanted jars no single drop to spill.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 275.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/274/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 275.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/274/.
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