Empty orators and silent scholars died without having understood Being and non-Being. Ignorants, my brothers, let us continue tasting the juice of th… - Omar Khayyám

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.

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

In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.