ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
Rubaiyat
7
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling ;
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
8
And look--a thousand Blossoms with the Day
Woke--and a thousand scatter'd into Clay :
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Janshyd and Kaikobad away.
9
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot
Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru forgot :
Let Rustum lay about him as he will,
Or Hatinı Tai cry Supper-hood them not.
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