No thanks, my song already ate.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,

A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, — and Thou

Beside me singing in the Wilderness —

Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

(The Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam – ancient Persian {Iran} literature)

As my Filipino kerido found, and later on my Aussie wife totally ignored, I am a hopeless romantic)

Translated into English in 1859 by Edward Fitzgerald. One of my Favourite poems.

That is two lines of the lost verse:

A lot, a song – should eat a delicious Dish,
And Couples, wine and song, – young lovers
Celebrating in the Spring of Youth –
And Dance it all together.

https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/o/omar_khayyam/o54r/

AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:

And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught

The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of Light.

They serve tempo-pura.

And for dessert, a cakewalk.

Cure for Butterflies in the stomach.

100ml. of Dieldren every 4hrs. as needed.

The trouble with nude dancing. When the music stops everything else doesn’t….Necessarily.

(Sir Robert Helpman)

Sir Robert Murray Helpmann (1909-1986), ballet dancer, actor, producer, director and choreographer, was born on 9 April 1909 at Mount Gambier, South Australia,

Plagiarised from Biography Robert Helpmann. ANU.