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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.

Omar Khayyam

Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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Creation Morning Reading Writing
Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
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Doctor Greatness Myself Saint Young
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Fear Future Love Past Regret Relationship Wine
Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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Blow Universe Water Wind
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Blessing Death Grief Hide Love Myself Preparation
A drink is shorter than a tale.
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Drink One Liner Story
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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Company Food Relationship Yourself
Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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Book Element Mathematics
I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Buy Myself Price Wonderful
Justice is the soul of the universe.
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Deep Justice One Liner Soul Universe
How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
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Enjoyment Heart Light Love Moon Sad Yourself
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
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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Door Key Myself See
To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
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Breathe Heaven Sorrow
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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Angry Avoid Feeling Forever Grief Hope Hurt Pain Yourself
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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Brave Distance Music War
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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Game Help Night Oneself Pieces Play
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Book Care Love Myself Poet Writing
So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.
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Angel Darkness Lips River Soul Yourself
The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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Hide Mystery People Secret Stupidity
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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Important Man Money Need Old Value Wealth Worth Youth
Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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Born Death Future Past Present
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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Solitude Soul Thinking
This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
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Body Grave Place Presence Pure Soul Space
I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blessing Hide Music Myself Preparation Rose Sadness Wine
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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Bad Better Forever Life Remember Rose Thinking Understand Worst
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.
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Believe Happiness Loss Present Trust Wisdom Yourself

Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.

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