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.
OMAR KHAYYAMDrink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.
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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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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!
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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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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
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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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