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

Omar Khayyam

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.
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Bloom Fate Heart Rise Strength Youth
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
The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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Morning Stars Start
Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Friendship Life People Time Wake Up
This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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Divine Fools Heart Stars Strong Talk
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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Enemy Friendship Himself Oneself
For in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
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Magic Perspective Play Shadow Sun World
Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.
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Day Destination Himself Life Night Thinking
Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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Darkness Death Fear Fly Life Mortal Philoosphy Spirit Thinking
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
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
Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Future Myself Time
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
The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Break Fingers Move On Silence Writing
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Better Fruit Pleasure Sadness
I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
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Acceptance Life Myself Stay Strange Try

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

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