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!
OMAR KHAYYAMTo-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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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.
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I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.
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Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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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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The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
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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 secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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