Omar Khayam’s quatrains

This is something that I internalized after reading it a long time ago. Can’t remember the book or the transaltor.

Come forth in the first of spring

The winter garment of repentance fling

The bird of time has but a little way to fly

And the bird is on the wing


Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky

I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry

"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup

Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry."


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