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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!

Omar Khayyam

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.
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Fire Spiritual Spring Time Wings Winter
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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Bloom Garden Heaven Love Rose
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.
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Body Grave Place Presence Pure Soul Space
Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Drink Forever Friendship Happiness Life Moments Rose Season Youth
As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Angry Avoid Feeling Forever Grief Hope Hurt Pain Yourself
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
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Fingers Move On Tears Writing
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Drink Reason Yourself
I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d: ‘I Myself am Heav’n and Hell.
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Heaven Hell Life Myself Soul
Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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Born Death Future Past Present
You’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing.
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Gift Home Nature See World Yourself
I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blessing Hide Music Myself Preparation Rose Sadness Wine
A drink is shorter than a tale.
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Drink One Liner Story
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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Death Flower Forever
The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.
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Important Man Money Need Old Value Wealth Worth Youth
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
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fear Future Love Past Regret Relationship Wine

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