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. - Omar Khayyám

A Moment's Halt — a momentary taste Of Being from the Well amid the Waste — And Lo! — the phantom Caravan has reach'd The Nothing it set out from — Oh, make haste!

When you are so full of sorrow
that you can't walk, can't cry anymore,
think about the green foliage that sparkles after
the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when
you hope a final night will cover the world,
think about the awakening of a young child.

O friend, for the morrow let us not worry
This moment we have now, let us not hurry
When our time comes, we shall not tarry
With seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry”
So lets not let those precious moment of life exhaust
because soon fade away. And be it gash or gold it will not come
Again in this identical disguise.