What time, my cup in hand, its draughts I drain,
Read 'What time, my cup in hand, its draughts I drain,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
What time, my cup in hand, its draughts I drain, by Omar Khayyam
What time, my cup in hand, its draughts I drain,
And with rapt heart unconsciousness attain,
Behold what wondrous miracles are wrought,
Songs flow as water from my burning brain.
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