Death finds us soiled, though we were pure at birth,
Read 'Death finds us soiled, though we were pure at birth,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Death finds us soiled, though we were pure at birth, by Omar Khayyam
Death finds us soiled, though we were pure at birth,
With grief we go, although we came with mirth;
Watered with tears, and burned with fires of woe,
And, casting life to winds, we rest in earth!
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