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From learning to the cup your bridle turn; All lore of world to come, save Kausar, spurn; Your turban pawn for wine, or keep a shred To bind your brow, and all the remnant burn.

See! from the world what profit have I gained? What fruitage of my life in hand retained? What use is Jamshed's goblet, once 'tis crushed? What pleasure's torch, when once its light has waned?

When life is spent, what's Balkh or Nishapore? What sweet or bitter, when the cup runs o'er? Come drink! full many a moon will wax and wane In times to come, when we are here no more.