Wine Rubaiyat Poems

Scriptures speak of light in our heart,
known upon adding love to cart
but we wish to nurture desire,
so how dear hermit, may we start?

We toiled and...

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Looking for a potent punch line,
on thoughts began to wine and dine,
which noticed not flutter of heart,
caused by love which for love does pine.

Vibrant living...

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Quote By Poet "Money like honey is sweet to taste but money can sting you."

If money was the way
we would be happy everyday
then why are...

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Sotto voce a whisper sweet  
if by chance we should come to meet 
down in the valley where flowers bloom 
shall we enter a...

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setting sun and that glass of wine,
a haunting song, a place to dine,
my heart searches for days now lost,
those lips and eyes that once were...

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On the train that I rode today, 
into town I was on my way. 
You never know what you will see, 
out the window were...

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O’ Dear please don’t stare with your eyes, it only kills me
Red Roses blossoms day and night, destroys my serenity
Forsaking the palace and its wine,...

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tread on! move on! in this life’s caravan,
unending trail of life from dusk to dawn!
pass skeletons in sand from days of yore,
sand has blown over,...

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Quote from the original translation

Awake! for the morning in the bowl of night,
has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight,
Lo! the hunter of...

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Revelation…

How do I know that what is divine?
What does he do now? I need a sign.
I am uncertain what the truth is,
All the prophets or...

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The Four Seasons…

It was spring and I was young when I had wine.
I was singing and dancing and doing fine. 
The wine was so divine,...

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Forged in fire, born and bred
Like a lion in their heads
Open hand made fist by culture
Circles of violence upon well-worn treads

Prospering, only crows and vultures
Pick...

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Solstice…  

Solstice…

How can I drag myself without divine wine?
I am falling, and I need wine to be mine.
Being inebriated has its own joy,
To me,...

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 The Jewel…

There is a circular path which I walk there,
Every day is the same, does not matter where. 
The mornings and the nights, they...

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With every sweet breath that caresses my cheek, 
And silky tresses that trellis love-scented sheets,
Each new morning is from you to me a gift,
When your...

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