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So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.

Omar Khayyam

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
You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Philosophy Return Stay Yourself
In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fear God Heart Heaven Hell Mystery Paradise Plant Religious Seed Seek Soul Spiritual
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Life Myself Water Wind
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Drink Reason Yourself
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fools Saint Stop World
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

End Game Grave Leaving Life Pieces Truth
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.
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Door Key Myself See
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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Brave Distance Music War
A drink is shorter than a tale.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Drink One Liner Story
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Achievement Explanation Myself Mystery Reveal Saint Secret Sin
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?
OMAR KHAYYAM

Desire Heart Life Love Sorry World
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
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Himself Light Night Stars Sun Wake Up
Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Future Myself Time

So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.

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So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.

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