I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
OMAR KHAYYAMIndeed 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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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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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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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.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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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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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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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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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
OMAR KHAYYAM






