Versos English Omar Khayyam Xxxix.*

English poem

Xxxix.*

by (1048–1131)

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And not a drop that from our Cups we throw For Earth to Drink of, but may steal below To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye There hidden--far beneath and long ago.

This quatrain is taken from ll. 1 and 2 of O. 81

Every draught that the Cup-bearer scatters upon the earth Quenches the fire of anguish in some burning eye.

Ref.: O. 81, C. 180, L. 367, B. 363, S.P. 188, P. 231, B. ii. 241, P. v. 187.--W. 203, N. 188, V. 366.