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Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

Omar Khayyam

I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Buy Myself Price Wonderful
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Bloom Garden Heaven Love Rose
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
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Body Grave Place Presence Pure Soul Space
You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Death Philosophy Return Stay Yourself
And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Light Lost Love Quite Temple True
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Life Myself Water Wind
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Bloom Death Rose
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Magic Perspective Play Shadow Sun World
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Solitude Soul Thinking
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Bed Brave Daughter Friendship Husband Marriage Reason Yourself
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Game Help Night Oneself Pieces Play
Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Friendship Life People Time Wake Up
Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Creation Morning Reading Writing
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Door Key Myself See
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.
OMAR KHAYYAM

Darkness Death Fear Fly Life Mortal Philoosphy Spirit Thinking

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

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