Omar Khayyám: In divine High piping Péhlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine! " Red Wine!"—the Nightingale cries to the Rose That yellow Cheek

In divine High piping Péhlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine! " Red Wine!"—the Nighting — Omar Khayyám

In divine High piping Péhlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine! " Red Wine!"—the Nightingale cries to the Rose That yellow Cheek of her's to'incarnadine.

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