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 KHAYYAMFor in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
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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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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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You’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing.
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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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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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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 wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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