Living Life Tomorrow’s fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
OMAR KHAYYAMOh 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!
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
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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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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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And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I
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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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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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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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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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Drink 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.
OMAR KHAYYAM