Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Awake! For morning in the bowl of night

Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight

And Lo- the hunter of the east has caught

The sultan's turret in a noose of light.

Dreaming when dawn's left hand was in the sky

I heard a voice within the tavern cry,

"Awake, my little ones! And fill the cup,

Before life's liquor in its cup be dry."

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