Omar Khayyam (205) “when the waitress pours the Shiraz wine”

When you next hold a party, my dear friends,
rejoicing in how stylish you all are;
and when the waitress pours the Shiraz wine,
remember poor me in your evening prayers!

Translated by Juan Cole
from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, [pdf] Whinfield 205

2 Responses

    • He’s not able to be with them for whatever reason. An Auld Lang Syne kind of poem.

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