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 KHAYYAMI 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take!
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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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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.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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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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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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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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