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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

Omar Khayyam

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Bloom Garden Heaven Love Rose
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fear Future Love Past Regret Relationship Wine
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
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Life Myself Water Wind
Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Alcohol Drink Travel Yourself
A hair divides what is false and true.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fake Hairs True Truth
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Believe Happiness Loss Present Trust Wisdom Yourself
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Company Food Relationship Yourself
The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Believe Best Book One Liner Religious
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fire Spiritual Spring Time Wings Winter
In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Fear God Heart Heaven Hell Mystery Paradise Plant Religious Seed Seek Soul Spiritual
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
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Hands Help Live Move On Perspective Sky Yourself
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Lying Sing
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
OMAR KHAYYAM

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

Better Fruit Pleasure Sadness
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

Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

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