POEM WRITTEN BY OMAR KHAYYAM

RUBAIYAT 20

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears

TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears -

To-morrow ? - Why, To-morrow I may be

Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

RUBAIYAT 21

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best

That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,

And one by one crept silently to Rest.

RUBAIYAT 22

And we, that now make merry in the Room

They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,

Ourselves rnust we beneath the Couch of Earth

Descend, ourselves to make a Couch - for whom?

RUBAIYAT 23

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust descend;

Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and - sans End !

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Video created by:  Ayesha Raees, Sound Design:  Steve O' Connell, Voice Over: Sally Sparks,, Music by: Antimatter twin by Tounela

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