Omar Khayyám Quotes

Shall I still sigh for what I have not got,
Or try with cheerfulness to bear my lot?
Fill up my cup! I know not if the breath
I now am drawing is my last, or not!

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears — To-morrow? — Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

I disapprove of the vain and the religious.
Who can affirm whether you will go to Heaven
or Hell? Besides, what do those words mean? Do you
know any traveler who has been there?

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

،لن يـرجـع المـقدار فيما حكـم
وحـملك الهـم يزيد الألم
،ولو حزنـت العـمر لن ينمـحى
ما خـطه فى اللوح مرُّ القلـم

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

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

Nehêle kul û derd dora te bigire
Xem û jan a pûç dema te bigire
Ji xwendin û dîtin û gerê nemîne
Berî ku ax, dev û çavên te bigire…

Every particle of dust on a patch of earth
Was a sun-cheek or brow of the morning star;
Shake the dust off your sleeve carefully — That too was a delicate, fair face.

We shall perish
along the path of Love.
Fate will trample us. Yeah, tempting
young woman, get up and give me your lips
before I return to dust.

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.

نمضي وتبقى العيشة الراضية
وتنمحي آثارنا الماضية
فقبل أن نحيا ومن بعدنا
وهذه الدنيا على ماهية

ولست بالغافل حتى أرى
جمال دنياى ولا أجتلى

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!

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