Omar Khayyám Quotes

Empty orators and silent scholars
died without having understood Being and non-Being.
Ignorants, my brothers, let us continue tasting
the juice of the grape attentively and let
the authorities satisfy themselves
with dry raisins.

ماییم که اصل شادی و کان غمیم
سرمایه ی دادیم و نهاد ستمیم
پستیم و بلندیم و کمالیم و کمیم
آیینه ی زنگ خورده و جام جمیم

هر یک چندی یکی بر آید که: منم! با نعمت و با سیم و زر آید که: منم!
چون کارَک او نظام گیرد روزی، ناگه، اجل از کمین در آید که: منم!

What, without asking, hither hurried Whence? And, without asking, Whither hurried hence! Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that insolence!

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip
you press,
End in what All begins and ends in — Yes;
Think then you are TO-DAY what
YESTERDAY You were — TO-MORROW you
shall not be less

Scholars really have nothing to teach you.
But from the soft touch of the eyelashes of
a woman you will know all there is to know about happiness.
Buy wine, take it to
a secluded place and let it comfort you.

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.

The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.

When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.

Would but some wing'ed Angel ere too late Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, And make the stern Recorder otherwise Enregister, or quite obliterate!

A book of verses underneath the bough
A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness
And wilderness is paradise now.

جهلتِ يا نفسي ســر الوجود - وغبتِ في غور الفضَاء البعيد
فصـــوّري من نشوتي جنّـَـــةً - فرُبما أُحـــــرمُ دار الخــــــلود

What! from his helpless Creature be repaid Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay'd — Sue for a Debt he never did contract, And cannot answer — Oh, the sorry trade!

Drink wine and look at the moon
and think of all the civilisations
the moon has seen passing by.

The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute: