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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.

Omar Khayyam

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Deep Happiness Life Moments Yourself
Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Day Destination Himself Life Night Thinking
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!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Black Earth Fake Forgiveness Men Snake
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
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Decision Myself Past Present Understand
The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Action Despair Oneself Save Soul World
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blow Universe Water Wind
The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Break Fingers Move On Silence Writing
Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Born Death Future Past Present
Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Beautiful Cry Death Drink Forever Heaven Learning Moments Mortal Sleep
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

Book Care Love Myself Poet Writing
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fingers Move On Tears Writing
But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Game Help Night Oneself Pieces Play
You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Philosophy Return Stay 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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Heaven Hell Life Myself Soul
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Better Fruit Pleasure Sadness

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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