tenor and piano
Come, come, arise! For the healing of my heart!
Quickly bring me a pitcher of wine, and let us drink!
Drink before they make pitchers of our dust.
When I am dead, wash me with the juice of the vine;
in place of prayer, sing above my tomb;
and if you would find me again at the day of doom,
seek me in the dust of the tavern floor.
-- Omar Khayyam, translation by J.B. Nicolas, adapted by the composer