Quoth rose, I am the Yusuf flower, I swear,
Read 'Quoth rose, I am the Yusuf flower, I swear,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Quoth rose, I am the Yusuf flower, I swear, by Omar Khayyam
Quoth rose, «I am the Yusuf flower, I swear,
For in my mouth rich golden gems I bear»:
I said, «Show me another proof.» Quoth she,
«Behold this blood-stained vesture that I wear!»
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