And When Like Her, O Sáki, You Shall Pass
Among The Guests Star-scatter'd On The Grass,
And In Your Blissful Errand Reach The Spot
Where I Made One--turn Down An Empty Glass.
And when like her, O Sáki, you shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your blissful errand reach the spot
Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass.
-- Rubáiyát. Stanza ci.
If I could read your mind, love,
What a tale your thoughts could tell
Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstore sells,
When you reach the part where the heartaches come,
The hero would be me,
Heroes often fail,
You won't read that book again, because
the ending is just too hard to take....
