Living
Quatrain 37
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
No base or light-weight coins pass current here,
Of such a broom has swept our dwelling clear
Forth from the tavern comes a sage and cries,
«Drink! for ye all must sleep through ages drear»
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MLA
Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 37.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/36/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 37.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/36/.
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