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There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.

Omar Khayyam

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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Care Future God Himself Planning
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Decision Myself Past Present Understand
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Door Key Myself See
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Deep Fire Heaven Hell Shadow Soul Vision
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Distance Money
If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
OMAR KHAYYAM

Enjoyment Myself Present Self Love
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Lying Sing
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blessing Death Grief Hide Love Myself Preparation
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Angel Darkness Lips River Soul Yourself
By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Bloom Fate Heart Rise Strength Youth
But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Game Help Night Oneself Pieces Play
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Bloom Death Rose
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Belief Freedom Religion Thinking
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Brave Distance Music War
Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Future Myself Time
A hair divides what is false and true.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fake Hairs True Truth

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.

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