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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!

Omar Khayyam

Men talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.
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Deep Future Heaven Hell Life Live Men Philosophy Religion Talk
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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Earth Fate Human Road Rose Travel
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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Truth Wine Wisdom
Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
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Book Food Freedom Happiness Lonely Myself Place Satisfaction Wine
The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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Morning Stars Start
You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
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Bed Brave Daughter Friendship Husband Marriage Reason Yourself
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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Rose Spring Youth
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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Desire Heart Life Love Sorry World
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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Distance Money
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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Care Future God Himself Planning
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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Door Key Myself See
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I
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Death Hands Help Live Move On Perspective Sky Yourself
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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Decision Myself Past Present Understand
Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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Blow Universe Water Wind
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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Death Lying Sing
To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
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Breathe Heaven Sorrow

Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!

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