The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam(34) [Archives:2006/956/Culture]
Translated by Edward Fitz Gerald
While the rose blows along the river brink,
With old Khayyam the ruby vintage drink:
And when the angel wiht his darker draught
Drws up to thee-take that, and do not shrink.
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