A Poem

Here’s a poem by mathematician and astronomerĀ Omar Khayyam:

VIII
Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

 

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