Living
Quatrain 73
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
Living
Down fall the tears from skies enwrapt in gloom,
Without this drink, the flowers could never bloom!
As now these flowerets yield delight to me,
So shall my dust yield flowers,--God knows for whom.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 73.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/72/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 73.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/72/.
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