You’re fast on your feet, server,
and dawn is breaking.
Let’s have another song,
and bring more wine!
For summer’s new warmth has melted memories
of last December,
and of the hundred thousand
famous kings and leaders
who have been laid
beneath the hard, cold earth
these past few months.
Translated by Juan Cole
from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, [pdf] Whinfield 484
cf. Fitzgerald i, viii
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