Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
OMAR KHAYYAMDon’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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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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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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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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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Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
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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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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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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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When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.
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Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
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