Living
Quatrain 472
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
O wine, most limpid, pure, and crystalline,
Would I could drench this silly frame of mine
With thee, that passers by might think 'twas thou,
And cry, «Whence comest thou, fair master wine?»
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 472.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/471/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 472.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/471/.
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