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

Omar Khayyam

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blessing Death Grief Hide Love Myself Preparation
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
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
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Gift Home Nature See World 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
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Hands Help Live Move On Perspective Sky Yourself
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Deep Happiness Life Moments Yourself
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Blessing Death Grief Hide Love Myself Preparation
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
OMAR KHAYYAM

Brave Distance Music War
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Himself Light Night Stars Sun Wake Up
By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Bloom Fate Heart Rise Strength Youth
Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Book Food Freedom Happiness Lonely Myself Place Satisfaction Wine
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Enemy Friendship Himself Oneself
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
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Doctor Greatness Myself Saint Young
You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Philosophy Return Stay Yourself
The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Believe Best Book One Liner Religious

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