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

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time bas but a little way To flutter ? and the Bird is on the Wing.

For is and is-not though with rule and line and up and down by logic I define, of all that one should care to fathom, was never deep in anything but ? wine.

His senior minds of the people and leave the ignorant people of curiosity and drink infusion of poison sane and pour on the ground Aljhol medicine

Although I have a handsome face and colour. Cheek like the tulips, form like the cypress, It is not clear why the Eternal Painter Thus tricked me out for the dusty show-booth of earth.

Be happy that you are dreaming mature have graduated from Hunger Day to my story without asking you my What would be your next task.

Dawn filled the sky with roses. In the crystal-clear air the last song of the nightingale dies. The smell of the wine weakens. This is the moment when fools dream of fame! How soft is your hair, my beloved!

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best that from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, and one by one crept silently to rest.

How oft hereafter rising look for us through this same Garden ? and for one in vain!

And do you think that unto such as you a maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew God gave a secret, and denied it me? Well, well?what matters it? Believe that, too!

Be quiet, pain and sorrow! Let me find a remedy. I have to live, as once dead there is no memory. And I want to see my love and be with her. And I want to remember our being together.

Do not blame me, although it is bitter it is pleasant,

From dwellings disbelief only one moment for knowledge of the vertices. And from darkness to light doubts confidence only one moment. Enjoy the same sweetness, brief life joy in passing hour. Life entire value - just a whiff just a moment for us.

How often in life when you make mistakes. Lose those who cherish. Strangers like trying. Sometimes in the middle run. Pray that those who we should not. And the most faithful betraying. The fact is, who left us, we again go for help.

And fear not lest Existence closing your account, and mine, should know the like no more; the Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.

Because the truth forever out of hand - do not try to understand the incomprehensible one. Chalice to take hands, remain ignorant no sense, believe in the study of science.

Do not envy someone who is strong and rich. The dawn always comes sunset.

From the house of unbelief to true religion is a single breath; from the world of doubt to certainty is a single breath; enjoy this precious single breath, for the harvest of our whole lives is that same one breath.

How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?

A book of Verses underneath the Bough, a Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou beside me singing in the Wilderness-- on, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press end in what All begins and ends in ? Yes; think then you are To-day what Yesterday you were ? To-morrow You shall not be less.

Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.

Does this taste that ... the past is the smell of the Dead.

Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.

How sweet is mortal sovereignty!?think some: Others?How blest the Paradise to come! Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest; Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!

A book, a woman, and a flask of wine: the three make heaven for me; it may be thine is some sour place of singing cold and bare ? but then, I never said thy heaven was mine.

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