Omar Khayyám: When I am dead, with wine my body lave, For obit chant a bacchanalian stave, And if you need me at the day of doom, Bene

When I am dead, with wine my body lave, For obit chant a bacchanalian stave, And — Omar Khayyám

When I am dead, with wine my body lave, For obit chant a bacchanalian stave, And if you need me at the day of doom, Beneath the tavern threshold seek my grave

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