This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Persian Poet, Mathematician, Polymath and Astronomer who also wrote treatises on Mechanics, Geography, Mineralogy, Music, Climatology and Theology
"Into this Universe, and Why not knowing nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing; and out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing."
"Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose, and Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows; but still a Ruby kindles in the Vine, and many a Garden by the Water blows."
"Is it not folly, Spider-like to spin the Thread of present Life away to win-What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!"
"It is a shame for anyone to be well-known for righteousness. It is a great disgrace to feel distress at the injustice of the turning of the wheels of fate."
"It is bitter because it is my life."
"It?s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life."
"Lament not Fortune?s mutability, And seize her fickle favours ere they flee; If others never mourned departed bliss, How should a turn of Fortune come to thee?"
"Like wind flies Time ?tween birth and death; therefore, as long as thou hast breath, of care for two days hold thee free: the day that was and is to be."
"Know yourself as a snowdrift on the sand Heaped for two days, or three, then thawed and gone."
"Let the past and what will come and enjoy ..., Pharmaceuticals breath Pkasat inclusiveness and ourselves Maarat fired ... released under the breath of minds."
"Let me be a hundred years burn in the fire, is not afraid of hell, dreamed in a dream. Terrible chorus I ignorant base, conversation with them worse than death to me!"
"May your love for your beloved be as great as the love of the bottle for the glass. Look, how one gives and one receives, lip against lip, the precious blood of the grapes!"
"My coming brought no profit to the sky, nor does my going swell its glory; my two ears have never heard anyone that could say, why I came here and why I will go away."
"Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door wherein I went."
"Never My heart was deprived of the little known secrets that could not stand the thought of seventy-two years, day and night that there was no clear."
"My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life"
"O friend, for the morrow let us not worry this moment we have now, let us not hurry when our time comes, we shall not tarry with seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry"
"Now the New Year reviving old Desires, the thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires."
"O threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise One thing at least is certain - This Life flies One thing is certain and the rest is Lies The Flower that once has bloomed forever dies."
"Not oft near home does genius brightly shine, no more than precious stones while in the mine."
"Oh God, I knew you on the amount of possibility, forgive me; beware of my knowledge, the two means to you."
"Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened ? Man's forgiveness give and take!"
"Oh, the brave music of a distant drum!"
"Oh, Thou who Man of baser Earth didst make, and ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake: for all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man is blacken'd ? Man's forgiveness give ? and take!"
"Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain - This Life flies; one thing is certain and the rest is Lies - the Flower that once has blown forever dies."
"Oh thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with predestin'd evil round Enmesh, and then impute my fall to sin."
"Oh, threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain ? This Life flies; one thing is certain and the rest is Lies; the Flower that once has blown forever dies."
"Oh, Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin beset the Road I was to wander in, thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin!"
"One can no more set fire to the sea, than convince people of the dangers of happiness - And yet, we know that though the smallest shock is fatal to the filled up bottle, that shock will not break the empty one."
"Old Khayy m, say you, is a debauchee; if only you were half so good as he! He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness, great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery. But yours the cold heart, and the murderous tongue, the wintry soul that hates to hear a song, the close-shut fist, the mean and measuring eye, and all the little poisoned ways of wrong."
"People talk about the Creator - But surely he didn't create man only to destroy him later! Because we are bad? And who's to blame for that? Or because we are beautiful? I can't make any sense of it."
"People wear the dress showing off and we are in the grip of the palm of the judiciary and how much our smuggler possibly hope was all in vain endeavor."
"Pagodas are, like mosques, true houses of prayer; ?Tis prayer that church bells waft upon the air; Kaaba and temple, rosary and cross, All are but divers tongues of world-wide prayer."
"One only knows what smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one - will remember forever. Donate another life - do not understand."
"One thing is certain and the rest is lies: the flower that once has blown forever dies."
"Perplext no more with Human or Divine, To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign, and lose your fingers in the tresses of the Cypress ? slender Minister of Wine."
"Poor soul, you will never know anything of real importance. You will not uncover even one of life's secrets. Although all religions promise paradise, take care to create your own paradise here and now on earth."
"Realize this: one day your soul will depart from your body and you will be drawn behind the curtain that floats between us and the unknown. While you wait for that moment, be happy, because you don't know where you came from and you don't know where you will be going."
"Some for the Glories of This World; and some sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!"
"Suppose that you have solved the riddle of creation. What is your destiny? Suppose that you could strip off all her dresses Truth. What is your destiny? Suppose that you have lived a hundred years, happy, and you may live . hundred years yet What is your destiny?"
"Rest a little, do not flee the burdens, worries are growing, darker live... Praise the creator that we have enough troubles: anything not have to ask."
"Said one among them ? Surely not in vain my substance of the common Earth was ta'en and to this Figure molded, to be broke, or trampled back to shapeless Earth again."
"Shall I still sigh for what I have not got, or try with cheerfulness to bear my lot? Fill up my cup! I know not if the breath I now am drawing is my last, or not!"
"So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love."
"Shield to not prevent share-term and money to Aadfh that came down and all the Mavi we live evanescent Neutral remains is good work."
"Scholars really have nothing to teach you. But from the soft touch of the eyelashes of a woman you will know all there is to know about happiness. Buy wine, take it to a secluded place and let it comfort you."
"So when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul Forth to your Lips to to quaff - you shall not shrink"
"Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small, that stood along the floor and by the wall; and some loquacious Vessels were; and some listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all."
"That ev'n my buried ashes such a snare of vintage shall fling up into the air as not a true-believer passing by but shall be overtaken unaware."
"Tenth senior minds of people and by the people of the ignorant curiosity and drink infusion of poison sane and pour on the ground Aljhol medicine."