Omar Khayyam, tr. by Edward Henry Whinfield, The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East (1917)
“ Wine is a melting ruby, cup its mine; Cup is the body, and the soul is wine; These crystal goblets smile with ruddy wine Like tears, that blood of wounded hearts enshrine. 106 Drink wine! 'tis life etern, and travail's meed, Fruitage of youth, and balm of age's need: 'Tis the glad time of roses, wine, and friends; Rejoice thy spirit---that is life indeed. 107 Drink wine! long must you sleep within the tomb, Without a friend, or wife to cheer your gloom ”
