Omar Khayyam (Persian pronunciation: [xæjˈjɑːm]; عمر خیّام (Persian); 18 May 1048 – 4 December 1131) was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet.:7
This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine,Surely such clay is more than half divine--'Tis only fools speak evil of the clay,The very stars are made of clay like mine.
A drink is shorter than a tale
A hair divides what is false and true.
We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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.
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.
And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
Justice is the soul of the universe.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened - Man's forgiveness give and take!
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.