Omar Khayyam: algumas das minhas preferidas

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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Come, fill the Cup,
and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little wayTo fly--and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.


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And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in--Yes-
Then fancy while Thou art,
Thou art but what
Thou shalt be--Nothing--Thou shalt not be less.


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And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High piping Pelevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!
Red Wine!"--the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to'incarnadine.

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Then to this earthen Bow
l did I adjourn
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd--
"While you live,Drink!--for once dead you never shall return."


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All my companions, one by one died
With Angel of Death they now reside
In the banquette of life same wine we tried
A few cups back, they fell to the side.


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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust Descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and--sans End!


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And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted--"Open then the Door!
You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."


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And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on The Grass,
And in Thy joyous Errand reach the Spot
Where I made one--turn down an empty Glass!



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