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.
OMAR KHAYYAMWake! 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
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You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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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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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