I love to dip in and out of my two versions of these poems. Edward Fitzgerald’s is good and has a jaunty air to it but the more meaningful in the long term for me is the version by Peter Avery and John Heath-Stubbs
Thought for the day:
The captives of intellect and of the nice distinction,
Worrying about Being and Non-Being themselves become nothing;
You with the news, go and seek out the juice of the vine,
Those without it wither before they’re ripe.
I wish you a day blessed with good fortune