Rubaiyat verse 9-12
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from Arabian nights.com
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| 9 Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say: |
| Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? |
| And this first Summer month that brings the Rose |
| Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away. |
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Well, let it take them! What have we to do |
| With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru?
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| Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will, |
| Or Hatim call to Supper--heed not you. |
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With me along the strip of Herbage strown
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| That just divides the desert from the sown,
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| Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot
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| And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne! |
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A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
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| A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread
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| Beside me singing in the Wilderness
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| Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! |
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