ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
Rubaiyat
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With me along some Strip of Herbage setrown
That just divides the desert from the sown,
Where name of Slave and Sultan Scarce is known,
And pity Sultan Mahmud on his Throne.
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Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse-and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness-
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
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" How sweet is mortal Sovranty !"--think some:
Others—“How blest the Paradise to come !"
Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest;
Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum.
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