Living
Quatrain 409
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
I sweep the tavern threshold with my hair,
For both world's good and ill I take no care;
Should the two worlds roll to my house, like balls,
When drunk, for one small coin I'd sell the pair!
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MLA
Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 409.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/408/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 409.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/408/.
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