A Tribute to the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
When the soul flings the dust aside
And naked upon the air of heaven shall ride
the white birds circled and cried
But broken glass and cruel hearts deride
When the soul flings the dust aside
And rides naked upon the air to abide
A life of most delicious and decadent beauty
Oral pleasures no longer a duty
When the soul flies above the sky
When the earth has said goodbye
You and I shall fly
Entangled and spent, we sigh
Beau Golden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful tribute. Love it