ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
Rubaiyat
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Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My Lip, the Secret Well of Life to learn :
And Lip to Lip it murmur'd-"While you live
Drink I for once dead you never shall return!"
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I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
Articulation answer'd, once did live,
And merry-make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd
How many Kisses might it take-and give !
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For in the Market-place, one Dusk of day,
I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all obliterated Tongue
It murmur'd—" Gently, Brother, gently, pray"
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