Omar Khayyám, Rubaiyat Quotes
O friend, for the morrow let us not worryThis moment we have now, let us not hurryWhen our time comes, we shall not tarryWith seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry
Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.
Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spinThe Thread of present Life away to win-What? for ourselves, who know not if we shallBreathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
To wisely live your life, you don't need to know muchJust remember two main rules for the beginning:You better starve, than eat whateverAnd better be alone, than with whoever.
The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord, That all the misbelieving and black HordeOf Fears and Sorrows that infest the SoulScatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.
