Dawn filled the sky with roses. In the
crystal-clear air the last song of the nightingale
dies. The smell of the wine weakens. This is the moment
when fools dream of fame! How soft
is your hair, my beloved!

Auteur: Omar Khayyám

Dawn filled the sky with roses. In the<br />crystal-clear air the last song of the nightingale<br />dies. The smell of the wine weakens. This is the moment<br />when fools dream of fame! How soft<br />is your hair, my beloved! - Omar Khayyám



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