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 KHAYYAMBy 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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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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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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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
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We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us … I’m just not up to us … One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one – will remember forever. Another life donation – do not understand.
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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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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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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.
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The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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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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A hair divides what is false and true.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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I 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.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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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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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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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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