Omar Khayyam (149) “nothing left of good times but the name”

Now that nothing is left
of good times but the name;
and save for wine itself,
not a single 
old drinking buddy
is around any more;
don’t decline the joy of 
the vintage you’re offered,
since today your hand is empty
save for the glass.

Translated by Juan Cole
from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, [pdf] Whinfield 149