The Nightengale

The Nightengale

Carpe Diem #1314 The Nightingale

quatrain no. 72

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)

the glory of summer
swept away like autumn leaves
fragrant days gone

~~~~~~~

tipped in autumn frost
the last roses of summer
wither away

~~~~~~~~

the nightingale’s song
vanishes with the moon
empty branches remain

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