English poem
On The Fly-Leaf Of The Rubaiyat
by Arthur Sherburne Hardy (1847–1930)
Deem not this book a creed, 't is but the cry Of one who fears not death, yet would not die; Who at the table feigns with sorry jest. To love the wine the Master's hand has pressed, The while he loves the absent Master best,-- The bitter cry of Love for love's reply!