Living
Quatrain 474
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
If, like a ball, earth to my house were borne,
When drunk, I'd rate it at a barley-corn;
Last night they offered me in pawn for wine,
But the rude vintner laughed that pledge to scorn.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 474.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/473/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 474.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/473/.
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