Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small, That stood along the floor and by the wall; And some loquacious Vessels were; and some Listen'd perha… - Omar Khayyám

"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.

جهلتِ يا نفسي ســر الوجود - وغبتِ في غور الفضَاء البعيد
فصـــوّري من نشوتي جنّـَـــةً - فرُبما أُحـــــرمُ دار الخــــــلود

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?