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Omar Khayyam

Omar Khayyam, born on May 18, 1048, in Nishapur, Persia, was a renowned Persian mathematician, astronomer, philosopher, and poet. Best known in the West for his poetic work “The Rubaiyat,” a collection of quatrains that reflect on themes of life, love, and the mysteries of existence, Khayyam’s influence extends far beyond literature. He made significant contributions to mathematics and astronomy, particularly in the development of algebra and the reform of the Persian calendar. Khayyam’s poetry, characterized by its deep philosophical insights and vivid imagery, continues to inspire and resonate with readers around the world, making him one of the most celebrated figures in Persian literature and intellectual history.

  • “Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou beside me singing in the wilderness—Oh, wilderness were paradise now!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The worldly hope men set their hearts upon turns ashes—or it prospers; and anon, like snow upon the desert’s dusty face, lighting a little hour or two—is gone.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “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
  • “The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Ah, my Beloved, fill the cup that clears today of past regrets and future fears.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The secret must be kept from all non-people. The knowledge must be preserved from all non-humans.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much. Just remember two main rules for the beginning: you better starve, than eat whatever, and better be alone, than with whoever.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Realize this: one day your soul will depart from your body and you will be drawn behind the curtain that floats between us and the unknown. While you wait for that moment, be happy, because you don’t know where you came from, nor why you came, nor how long you will stay.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The stars are setting and the caravan starts for the dawn of nothing—oh, make haste!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet?” — Omar Khayyam
  • “And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, whereunder crawling coop’d we live and die, lift not your hands to It for help—for it as impotently moves as you or I.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit of This and That endeavor and dispute; better be merry with the fruitful Grape than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face lighting a little hour or two—is gone.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The flower that once has blown forever dies.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep, they told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should close!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Ah, fill the Cup:—what boots it to repeat how Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday, why fret about them if To-day be sweet!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “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
  • “One thing is certain, that life flies; one thing is certain, and the rest is lies; the flower that once has blown forever dies.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, before we too into the dust descend; dust into dust, and under dust, to lie, sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and—sans end!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “I sent my soul through the invisible, some letter of that after-life to spell: and by and by my soul returned to me, and answered, ‘I myself am Heaven and Hell.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of spring your 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
  • “The worldly hope men set their hearts upon turns ashes—or it prospers; and anon, like snow upon the desert’s dusty face, lighting a little hour or two—is gone.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The book of verses underneath the bough, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou beside me singing in the wilderness—oh, wilderness were paradise now!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “I often wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the goods they sell.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Awake! for morning in the bowl of night has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight: and lo! the hunter of the East has caught the sultan’s turret in a noose of light.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “A book of verses underneath the bough, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou beside me singing in the wilderness—oh, wilderness were paradise now!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “This world that was not made for thee.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, and with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; and this was all the harvest that I reap’d—’I came like water, and like wind I go.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Look to the blowing Rose about us—’Lo, Laughing,’ she says, ‘into the world I blow, at once the silken tassel of my purse tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long have done my Credit in Men’s Eye much wrong: Have drown’d my Honour in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “One Moment in Annihilation’s Waste, one moment, of the Well of Life to taste—The Stars are setting and the Caravan starts for the Dawn of Nothing—Oh, make haste!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should close!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The palace that to Heaven his pillars threw, and Kings the forehead on his threshold drew—I saw the solitary ringdove there, and ‘Coo, coo, coo,’ she cried; and ‘Coo, coo, coo.'” — Omar Khayyam
  • “I sometimes think that never blows so red the Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; that every Hyacinth the Garden wears dropped in her Lap from some once lovely Head.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “You know, my Friends, how long since in my House for a new Marriage I did make Carouse: Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, and took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Ah, Moon of my Delight who know’st no wane, the Moon of Heav’n is rising once again: How oft hereafter rising shall she look through this same Garden after me—in vain!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “I sometimes think that never blows so red the Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Yon rising Moon that looks for us again—how oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter rising look for us through this same Garden—and for one in vain!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Bird of Time has but a little way to fly—and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “And this I know: whether the one True Light kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, one glimpse of It within the Tavern caught better than in the Temple lost outright.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “We are no other than a moving row of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go round with the Sun-illumin’d Lantern held in Midnight by the Master of the Show.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Yesterday this Day’s Madness did prepare; To-morrow’s Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press, end in the Nothing all Things end in—Yes—then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what Thou shalt be—Nothing—Thou shalt not be less.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “And fear not lest Existence closing your Account, and mine, should know the like no more; The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour’d Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long have done my Credit in Men’s Eye much wrong: Have drown’d my Honour in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, whereunder crawling coop’d we live and die, Lift not thy hands to It for help—for it as impotently moves as Thou or I.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “And fear not lest Existence closing your Account, and mine, should know the like no more; The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour’d Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, but Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss’d Thee down into the Field, He knows about it all—He knows—HE knows!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Bird of Time has but a little way to fly—and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise to talk; One thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown forever dies.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Ah, fill the Cup:—what boots it to repeat how Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday, why fret about them if To-day be sweet!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “I came like Water, and like Wind I go.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, a Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou beside me singing in the Wilderness—Oh, Wilderness were Paradise now!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long have done my Credit in Men’s Eye much wrong: Have drown’d my Honour in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “One Moment in Annihilation’s Waste, one moment, of the Well of Life to taste—The Stars are setting and the Caravan starts for the Dawn of Nothing—Oh, make haste!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered ‘I Myself am Heaven and Hell.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of Light.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Bird of Time has but a little way to fly—and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, a Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness—Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!” — Omar Khayyam
  • “And this I know: whether the one True Light Kindles to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught Better than in the Temple lost outright.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “And fear not lest Existence closing your Account, and mine, should know the like no more; The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour’d Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.” — Omar Khayyam
  • “One thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown forever dies.” — Omar Khayyam

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