Omar Khayyám


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

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Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes kindle a flame of love that never dies; and beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

I drink wine because it is my solace;

Ah, my Belov'ed fill the Cup that clears To-day Past Regrets and Future Fears: To-morrow! ? Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before the Tavern shouted ? Open then the Door! You know how little while we have to stay, and, once departed, may return no more.

But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door you gaze To-day, while You are You ? how then To-morrow, You when shall be You no more?

Each number is the one on which I am! With the blessing that comes with gold and silver: I'm employees because he is the one day, suddenly, at the death of a Ambush comes that I am!

Heaven and Hell are in with yourself.

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

As long as the life of this palace So why does the pain and Mthoana dirt and grass on our board, which fueled the limbs stayed behind, and our cups of mud mixed with the heads of the kings feet Alsoqh?

But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me the Quarrel of the Universe let be: and, in some corner of the Hubbub couch'd, make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.

Empty orators and silent scholars died without having understood Being and non-Being. Ignorants, my brothers, let us continue tasting the juice of the grape attentively and let the authorities satisfy themselves with dry raisins.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide, and wash the Body whence the Life has died, and lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf, by some not unfrequented Garden-side.

As under cover of departing Day slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away, once more within the Potter's house alone I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.

By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.

Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: and Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught the Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

Close your Koran. Think in freedom and look with open mind at Heaven and Earth. Forgive everyone his sins. Don't cause anyone grief.

For in and out, above, about, below, 'tis nothing but a magic shadow-show, played in a box whose candle is the sun, round which we phantom figures come and go.

Hey, what is this the same sorrow and chagrin has signed a sin and lost caution you tasted sweet, but pardon the sins and God pardoned and forgiven.

Alas, unsupportive sky! Whatever you want - just the opposite. Permissibility Lord bestows not, forbidden - and the devil does not.

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

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