To-day

Ah, fill the Cup: -- what boots it to repeat
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY,
Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!


So I woke up this morning and flipped the Rubaiyat to a random page, somewhere in the low-forties, and thought 'Hmmm... this is awfully close to page 48!' after which I then went to page 48, and looked at the first verse that crossed my path. This was that verse!

To-day is indeed sweet!