The Mind
Quatrain 463
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
When dawn doth silver the dark firmament,
Why shrills the bird of dawning his lament?
It is to show in dawn's bright looking-glass
How of thy careless life a night is spent.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 463.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/462/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 463.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/462/.
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