Poetry from early Sicily

Contentment

Come, pass the brimming glasses,
And let us toast from morn till night
As we listen to the playing of the flutes,
Life can only be enjoyed under Sicilian Skies.

– Umar the Sicilian from Butera c1130 Butera

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