Omar Khayyam (32)
This glass, like me,
suffered unrequited love;
it had been a bangle
in the hair of a sweetheart.
The scarf you see around
that stranger’s neck
once adorned the shoulders
of my beloved.
Translated by Juan Cole
from Whinfield 32.
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