The Mind
Quatrain 343
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
I never drank of joy's sweet cordial,
But grief's fell hand infused a drop of gall;
Nor dipped my bread in pleasure's piquant salt,
But briny sorrow made me smart withal!
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 343.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/342/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 343.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/342/.
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