Omar Khayyám Quotes

گویند کسان بهشت با حور خوش است
من میگویم که آب انگور خوش است
این نقد بگیر و دست از آن نسیه بدار
کآواز دهل شنیدن از دور خوش است

Be quiet, pain and sorrow!
Let me find a remedy. I have to live,
as once dead there is no memory. And I want
to see my love and be with her. And I
want to remember our being together.

You say some Greek philosophers could dazzle their audiences
with their riddles? That does not interest me at all. Bring
more wine instead and play your lute; your changes in tones
remind me of the wind that rushes past and disappears,
just like us.

My coming brought no profit to the sky,
Nor does my going swell its glory;
My two ears have never heard anyone that could say,
Why I came here and why I will go away.

ای بی خبر این جسم مجسم هیچ است
وین طارم نه سپهر ارقم هیچ است
خوش باش که در نشیمن کون و فساد
وابسته یک دمیم آن هم هیچ است

Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

دنياك ساعات سراع الزوال
وغنما العقبى خلود المآل
فهل تبيع الخلد ياغافلا
وتشتري دنيا المنى والضلال

But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
The Quarrel of the Universe let be:
And, in some corner of the Hubbub couch'd,
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.

Close your Koran.
Think in freedom and look with open mind
at Heaven and Earth. Forgive everyone his sins. Don't cause anyone grief.

What is my true substance?
What will remain of me after my death?
Our life is as short as a raging fire:
flames the passer-by soon forgets,
ashes the wind blows away.
A man's life.

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.

What shall I do, today? Visit the pub?
Sit down in a garden with a book? A bird
flies past. Where is it headed? It's out of
sight already. The drunkenness of a bird in the
burning azure. The melancholy of a man
in the cool shadow of a mosque.

A piece of bread,
some fresh water,
the shadow of a tree and your eyes, my beloved.
No sultan is happier than me,
no beggar more sad.

این سبزه که امروز تماشاگه ماست
تا سبزه خاک ما تماشاگه کیست

People talk about the Creator -
But surely he didn't create man only
to destroy him later! Because we are bad? And
who's to blame for that? Or because we are beautiful?
I can't make any sense of it.