- Every rose is a cup of red wine,
How long is lease of life, who knows ?
Longing to meet your lips to me.
My heaven is in pretty eyes of thine.
- Made from dust,in dust we merge.
Keep filing my cup, till the journey's end,
What is the secret, why seek or urge.
Let not death mar, ecstatic surge.
- River is a cup of wine over flowing,
Heavenly angels would leave me to me.
Rose is a barlet of mirth aglow-ing.
I am Kayyam, they must be knowing.
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