Omar Khayyám Quotes

Old Khayyám, say you, is a debauchee;
If only you were half so good as he!
He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness,
Great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery.

But yours the cold heart, and the murderous tongue,
The wintry soul that hates to hear a song,
The close-shut fist, the mean and measuring eye,
And all the little poisoned ways of wrong.

می نوش که عمری که اجل در پی اوست / بهتر که به خواب یا به مستی گذرد

در فصل بهار اگر بتی حور سرشت
یک ساغر می دهد مرا بر لب کشت
هر چند به نزد عامه این باشد زشت
سگ به ز من است اگر برم نام بهشت

Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

این قافله‌ی عمر عجب می‌گذرد
دریاب دمی که با طرب می‌گذرد
ساقی غم فردای حریفان چه خوری
پیش آر پیاله را که شب می‌گذرد

I see a horseman disappearing into
the evening mist. Will he travel through woods
or across wild plains? Where is he heading? I don't know.
Tomorrow, will I be stretched out above or
below the earth? I don't know.

They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
The Courts where Jamshýd gloried and drank deep:
And Bahrám, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass
Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.

Dedim: Artık bilgiden yana eksiğim yok;
Şu dünyanın sırrına ermişim az çok.
Derken aklım geldi başıma, bir de baktım:
Ömrüm gelip geçmiş, hiçbir şey bildiğim yok.

Sayfa :29

قومی متفکر اند اندر ره دین

قومی به گمان فتاده در راه یقین

می ترسم از آنکه بانگ آید روزی

کای بی خبران ، راه نه آن است و نه این

The leaves of life are falling one by one

Yolumun üstünde bir tuzak kurdun,
Birde diyorsun ki: Yürü iznim var.
Cihanda kudretin her şeye hakim,
Beni yürüten sen,
adım günahkar ..

For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.

Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Is it not a Shame — is it not a Shame for him
So long in this Clay suburb to abide!

Know yourself as a snowdrift on the sand Heaped for two days, or three, then thawed and gone. (c.1050-c.1123)

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