Omar Khayyam (484) “Summer’s new warmth has melted memories of last December”

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