How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
OMAR KHAYYAMUp 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 hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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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!
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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.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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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.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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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 wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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