I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
OMAR KHAYYAMI hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
OMAR KHAYYAMTo friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
OMAR KHAYYAMHe who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
OMAR KHAYYAMDon’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.
OMAR KHAYYAMHere’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
OMAR KHAYYAMI hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
OMAR KHAYYAMOh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
OMAR KHAYYAMFor 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 KHAYYAMAh, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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.
OMAR KHAYYAMI wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
OMAR KHAYYAMBetter be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
OMAR KHAYYAMWhen you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe unbeliever knows his Koran best.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
OMAR KHAYYAM