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

Omar Khayyam

This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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Divine Fools Heart Stars Strong Talk
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
I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Buy Myself Price Wonderful
I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
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Acceptance Life Myself Stay Strange Try
Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Friendship Life People Time Wake Up
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
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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Truth Wine Wisdom
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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Bloom Death Rose
Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Future Myself Time
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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Food Goodness Men Taste Wine
If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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Enjoyment Myself Present Self Love
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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Belief Freedom Religion Thinking
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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Fingers Move On Tears Writing
Why 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.
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Care Future God Himself Planning
The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
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Atheist Rose Sleep Story Wake Up
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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Fire Spiritual Spring Time Wings Winter

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