OMAR KHAYYAM (1048-1131)

Love, what acts in my power,
what power in my acts?
For the Lord's pronouncement
Regulates the universe.

All my life, like
Rivulets in rivers was I,
Like wind winding
Through a wilderness

So let vine leaves
Weave my shroud
And clusters on the vine
Design my final resting place.

Make the juice of the [bad word] The source of my ablution,
Smoth wine that's young and light,
Pure, intoxicating, marvelous.