Omar Khayyám Quotes

we come into this world in the waters and leave it in the winds

As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.

Khayyám, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned,
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!

ولاتذق نفسك مر الأسى
فإنما اعمارنا للنفاذ

در کـارگـه کـوزه گـری بــودم دوش

دیـدم دو هزار کـوزه گـويا و خـموش

هــر يک به زبان حــال با مـن گفتند

کو کوزه گر و کوزه خر و کوزه فروش

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all — He knows — HE knows!

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!

La vita è un viaggio e chi viaggia vive due volte.

The scent of wine rising
from my grave will be so strong
that it will intoxicate passers-by.
There will be such an atmosphere of serenity
that couples in love will find it impossible
to tear themselves away.

ای کاش که جای آرمیدن بودی
یا این ره دور را رسیدن بودی
کاش از پی صد هزار سال از دل خاک
چون سبزه امید بر دمیدن بودی

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!

"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!

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.

إذا سقاك الدهر كأس العذاب
فلا تبن الناس وقع المصاب

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.

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!