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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!

Omar Khayyam

My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Enjoyment Friendship Life Love Moments Sexy Thinking
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Better Fruit Pleasure Sadness
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blessing Death Grief Hide Love Myself Preparation
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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Heaven Hell Life Myself Soul
A hair divides what is false and true.
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Fake Hairs True Truth
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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Himself Light Night Stars Sun Wake Up
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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Book Care Love Myself Poet Writing
I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Buy Myself Price Wonderful
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
Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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Book Element Mathematics
If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
OMAR KHAYYAM

Enjoyment Myself Present Self Love
So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Angel Darkness Lips River Soul Yourself
Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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Born Death Future Past Present
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Life Myself Water Wind
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
The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Morning Stars Start
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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Truth Wine Wisdom
Justice is the soul of the universe.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Deep Justice One Liner Soul Universe
To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much just remember two main rules for the beginning: You better starve, than eat whatever And better be alone, than with whoever.
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Alone Beginning Better Food Life Need Remember Rule Starve Wisdom Worth Yourself
As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
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Angry Avoid Feeling Forever Grief Hope Hurt Pain Yourself
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Life Myself Water Wind
The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Break Fingers Move On Silence Writing
Don’t cry upon your losses Don’t measure today with tomorows Don’t trust to be passed and coming day believe in now – and be happy today.
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Believe Happiness Loss Present Trust Wisdom Yourself
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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Darkness Death Fear Fly Life Mortal Philoosphy Spirit Thinking
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
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blessing Death Grief Hide Love Myself Preparation
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Drink Reason Yourself

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