Omar Khayyám

Omar
Khayyám
1048
1131

Persian Poet, Mathematician, Polymath and Astronomer who also wrote treatises on Mechanics, Geography, Mineralogy, Music, Climatology and Theology

Author Quotes

We shall perish along the path of Love. Fate will trample us. Yeah, tempting young woman, get up and give me your lips before I return to dust.

When you have planted the rose of Love into your heart your life has not been in vain.

Will not return the amount with the rule and carefree pregnancy increases the pain , though saddened Age will not wash off as a plan in the board over the pen

We source of joy and sorrow mine. We container are an abomination and a clear spring. People like in the mirror world of many faces. It is void and yet immensely great!

When your soul and mine have left our bodies and we are buried alongside each other, a Potter may one day mould the dust of both of us into the same clay.

With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, and there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: and the first Morning of Creation wrote what the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

Well, murmur'd one, let whoso make or buy, my clay with long oblivion is gone dry: but fill me with the old familiar juice, methinks I might recover by and by.

Where is an intimate friend who?ll hear the secret from me straight out?of what human beings have been from the moment they began? They are born of toil and molded from the clay of sorrow.They wander the world for a time, then set off.

With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, and with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; and this was all the Harvest that I reap'd ?I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

What a way to tear withholding secrets and sought the same from her knowledge of all these cosmic packing house and ends it is layers of dirt Vasg what you want to superstition interpreters of these phenomena!

Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot ? I think a Sufi pipkin-waxing hot ? All this of Pot and Potter ? Tell me then, who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?

Would but some wing'ed Angel ere too late arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, and make the stern Recorder otherwise enregister, or quite obliterate!

What can they give you in exchange for your wine? Money? ? And what can money give you? Power? ? Aren't you the owner of the world when you are holding a drink? Is anyone richer than you, who have gold in your cup, Rubies, Pearls, Dreams, and Love? Don't you feel the blood burning in your veins when the cup kisses your lips.

Whether at Naishapur or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

Would you be happy! hearken, then, the way: heed not to-morrow, heed not yesterday; the magic words of life are here and now - O fools, that after some to-morrow stray!

What for general happiness suffer uselessly - better give happiness to someone close. Better friend to bind themselves with kindness, what to put humanity to liberate.

Whilom, ere youth?s conceit had waned, me-thought answers to all life?s problems i had wrought; but now, grown old and wise, too late I see My life is spent, and all my lore is nought.

Yea! I believe that He who made the skies is wonderfully good, and very wise,--Beloved Friend! Hast thou never seen the tears of pity gather in His eyes?

What is my true substance? What will remain of me after my death? Our life is as short as a raging fire: flames the passer-by soon forgets, ashes the wind blows away. A man's life.

Who was beaten in his life, he will do more. Having eaten a peck of salt above appreciates honey. who shed tears, he laughs heartily. who was dying, he knows that he lives.

Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

What prolonged sleep younger

Whoever thinks algebra is a trick in obtaining unknowns has thought it in vain. No attention should be paid to the fact that algebra and geometry are different in appearance. Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.

Yon rising Moon that looks for us again ? How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; how oft hereafter rising look for us through this same Garden ? and for one in vain!

What shall I do, today? Visit the pub? Sit down in a garden with a book? A bird flies past. Where is it headed? It's out of sight already. The drunkenness of a bird in the burning azure. The melancholy of a man in the cool shadow of a mosque.

Author Picture
First Name
Omar
Last Name
Khayyám
Birth Date
1048
Death Date
1131
Bio

Persian Poet, Mathematician, Polymath and Astronomer who also wrote treatises on Mechanics, Geography, Mineralogy, Music, Climatology and Theology