Though Moslems for my sins condemn and chide me,
Read 'Though Moslems for my sins condemn and chide me,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Though Moslems for my sins condemn and chide me, by Omar Khayyam
Though Moslems for my sins condemn and chide me,
Like heathens to my idol I confide me;
Yea, when I perish of a drunken bout,
I'll call on wine, whatever doom betide me.
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