Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
OMAR KHAYYAMThy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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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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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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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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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much just remember two main rules for the beginning: You better starve, than eat whatever And better be alone, than with whoever.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d: ‘I Myself am Heav’n and Hell.
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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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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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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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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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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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