Poetry

Dedicated to Omar Khayyam

(Machine translation - Google)
The magic of summer days
Drink to the dregs - gulp of wine!
Only for the love of life given to us,
The fate of many paths in it...

But nice to me, only one -
Ta, resulting in a beautiful garden
Where to hear a nightingale song,
Where is maturing sweet grapes...
In the garden that at the end of the day
Will my beloved is for me!