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.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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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 entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
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Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.
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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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 quaff-you shall not shrink.
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