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Rubaiyat 39

With good company and harp and reed
In a corner, jug of wine and time to heed,
The warmth of wine runs through my veins,
Why should I succumb to my greed?

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  • Ahkam Moderators member
    March 14
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    Great

    This is simply wonderful