Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.
OMAR KHAYYAMWhen I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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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.
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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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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.
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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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