“Tis but a day we sojourn here below, And all the gain we get is grief and woe, Then, leaving our life's… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End! — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"—think some: Others—"How blest the Paradise to come!" Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest;… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love. — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain - This Life flies; One thing is certain… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“This world that was our home for a brief spell never brought us anything but pain and grief; its a shame that… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
“Why was I born, when will I die? Who can change the day of his birth, who has a say in the… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
“Where is an intimate friend who’ll hear the secret from me straight out– of what human beings have been from the moment… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“What is my true substance? What will remain of me after my death? Our life is as short as a raging fire:… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
“The secrets eternal neither you know nor I And answers to the riddle neither you know nor I Behind the veil there is much… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share
“And do you think that unto such as you A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew God gave a secret, and denied it me? Well, well—what… — Omar Khayyâm Copy Share
How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
“It is a shame for anyone to be well-known for righteousness. It is a great disgrace to feel distress at the injustice of the… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share
“Why do you sell your wine, merchant? What can they give you in exchange for your wine? Money? … And what can money give… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share
“Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Is it not a Shame--is it not… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share
Don't cry upon you losses Don't mesure today with tommorows Don't trust to passed and coming day Believe in now - and be happy… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
“When your soul and mine have left our bodies and we are burried alongside each other, a Potter may one day mould the dust… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share
How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
Tomorrow! - Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years. — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back. — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
“Today is the time of my youth I drink wine because it is my solace; Do not blame me, although it is bitter it… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share
