The Mind
Quatrain 277
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
I saw a bird perched on the walls of Tus,
Before him lay the skull of Kai Kawus,
And thus he made his moan, «Alas, poor king!
Thy drums are hushed, thy 'larums have rung truce.»
Cite this poem
MLA
Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 277.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/276/.
Chicago
Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 277.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/276/.
Read this poem with the Codex →