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 KHAYYAMWhen I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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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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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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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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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Don’t cry upon your losses Don’t measure today with tomorows Don’t trust to be passed and coming day believe in now – and be happy today.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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