Living
Quatrain 330
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
When Death shall tread me down upon the plain,
And pluck my feathers, and my life-blood drain,
Then mould me to a cup, and fill with wine,
Haply its scent will make me breathe again.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 330.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/329/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 330.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/329/.
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