Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
OMAR KHAYYAMFor 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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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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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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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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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.
OMAR KHAYYAM






