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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Omar Khayyam

The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
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Atheist Rose Sleep Story Wake Up
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Blessing Death Grief Hide Love Myself Preparation
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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Door Key Myself See
The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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Hide Mystery People Secret Stupidity
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.
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Magic Perspective Play Shadow Sun World
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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Drink Reason Yourself
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Deep Fire Heaven Hell Shadow Soul Vision
This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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Divine Fools Heart Stars Strong Talk
Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.
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Day Destination Himself Life Night Thinking
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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Enemy Friendship Himself Oneself
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Better Fruit Pleasure Sadness
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.
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Bad Fire Heart Life Light Love Passionate Wasted Time Yourself
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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Himself Light Night Stars Sun Wake Up
This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
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Body Grave Place Presence Pure Soul Space
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.
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Angry Avoid Feeling Forever Grief Hope Hurt Pain Yourself
Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Future Myself Time

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

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