When the occasion is right to read "The Rubaiyat" my mood and mind undergoes either balm or pleasure or both, no matter which translation or interpretation by Fitzgerald I read.

Guess my mood...

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To - day of past Regret and Future Fears:
To - morrow! - Why, To - morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday`s Sev`n thousand Years.

O' Saki.