Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
OMAR KHAYYAMI can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
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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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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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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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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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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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We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us … I’m just not up to us … One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one – will remember forever. Another life donation – do not understand.
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Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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