Days of youth gone by
as nightingale bids farewell
roses fade and die
Linda Lee Lyberg
Here is the quatrain Chèvrefeuille has given us from The Rubaiyat:
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the Branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows?
© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)