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

Denny Bradbury