OMAR KHAYYAM (1048-1131)
Love, what acts in my power,
what power in my acts?
For the Lord's pronouncement
Regulates the universe.
All my life, like
Rivulets in rivers was I,
Like wind winding
Through a wilderness
So let vine leaves
Weave my shroud
And clusters on the vine
Design my final resting place.
Make the juice of the fruit
The source of my ablution,
Smoth wine that's young and light,
Pure, intoxicating, marvelous.
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