I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
OMAR KHAYYAMWhy 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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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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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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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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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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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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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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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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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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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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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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