I’m going to murder my grief
with a bottle of wine,
and make myself a wealthy man
with a fine vintage.
First I’m going to completely divorce
reason and religion,
then I’m going to marry
a girl who owns a vineyard.

From Omar Khayyam’s

Translated by Juan Cole

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