I hope my mind will always be consumed
by a passion for heavenly goddesses,
and that my hand will always
cradle the juice of the grape.
They tell me they hope that God
will lead me to repent!
But if he did that, and I didn’t respond,
I’d be farther away than ever.
Translated by Juan Cole
from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, [pdf] Whinfield 172