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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.

Omar Khayyam

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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Body Grave Place Presence Pure Soul Space
The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Break Fingers Move On Silence Writing
For 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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Magic Perspective Play Shadow Sun World
Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Creation Morning Reading Writing
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Bad Better Forever Life Remember Rose Thinking Understand Worst
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Lying Sing
Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Atheist Fools Reward
The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Action Despair Oneself Save Soul World
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blow Universe Water Wind
Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Future Myself Time
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fear Future Love Past Regret Relationship Wine
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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Enemy Friendship Himself Oneself
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Flower Forever
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

End Game Grave Leaving Life Pieces Truth
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Solitude Soul Thinking
I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Acceptance Life Myself Stay Strange Try

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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