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

This world
that was our home
for a brief spell
never brought us anything
but pain and grief;
its a shame that not one of our problems
was ever solved.
We depart
with a thousand regrets
in our hearts.

As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.

Your hand can seize today, but not tomorrow; and thoughts of your tomorrow are nothing but desire. Don’t waste this breath, if your heart isn’t crazy, since "the rest of your life" won’t last forever.

Tis all a Chequer-board of nights and days
Where Destiny with men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates,and slays,
And one by one back in the closet lays.

A hair divides what is false and true.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.”

Oh, come with old Khayyàm, and leave the Wise
to talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
one thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
the Flower that once has blown forever dies.

I brought the cup to my lips with greed
Begging for longevity, my temporal need
Cup brought its to mine, its secret did feed
Time never returns, drink, of this take heed.

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.

How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting?
Better go drunk and begging round the taverns.
Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours
Will make a cup, bowl, one day a jar.

When once you hear the roses are in bloom,
Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine;
Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell-
These are but fairy-tales, forget them all.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who before us passed the door of darkness through, not one returns to tell us of the road, which to discover we must travel too.

The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

I myself am Heav'n and Hell.

Diversity of worship has divided the human race into seventy-two nations. From among all their dogmas, I have selected one, Divine Love.

Justice is the soul of the universe.

Ah Love ! could you and I with him conspire to grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire would we not shatter it to bits - and then re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?

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