How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
I hide my distress, just likethe blessed birds hide themselveswhen they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and yourindifference to… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul. — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close! — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us ... I'm… — Omar Khayyam 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
