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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.

Omar Khayyam

Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Atheist Fools Reward
Think, 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 KHAYYAM

Day Destination Himself Life Night Thinking
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
Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Alcohol Drink Travel Yourself
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Life Myself Water Wind
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Lying Sing
Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Friendship Life People Time Wake Up
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 KHAYYAM

Food Goodness Men Taste Wine
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
The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Hide Mystery People Secret Stupidity
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Enemy Friendship Himself Oneself
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Earth Fate Human Road Rose Travel
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Better Fruit Pleasure Sadness
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Body Grave Place Presence Pure Soul Space
Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Creation Morning Reading Writing
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fire Spiritual Spring Time Wings Winter

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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