Let us relish the pleasures of life
Whenever wherever we have a chance
You'll be buried with your strife
One day anyway. Eat, drink and dance.
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XXV.
Ah, make the most of what we may yet spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie;
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and - sans End!
The second stanza is the rendering by Edward FitzGerald. Mine is the first one. Thanks for stopping by.
The first stanza is the solutions to the last stanza...The opening line is the epitome of the poemLet us relish pleasures of life. A beautiful poem loved reading it! .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let us relish the pleasures of life ... You'll be buried with your strife True, anyway life is going to end. So lets enjoy! !