We lay in the cloak of Naught, asleep and still,
Read 'We lay in the cloak of Naught, asleep and still,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
We lay in the cloak of Naught, asleep and still, by Omar Khayyam
We lay in the cloak of Naught, asleep and still,
Thou said'st, «Awake! taste the world's good and ill»;
Here we are puzzled by Thy strange command,
From slanted jars no single drop to spill.
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