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 KHAYYAMThink, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.
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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And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
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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.
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Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
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When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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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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Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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.
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Men talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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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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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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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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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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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 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.
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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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