Omar Khayyam
Omar Khayyam
Omar Khayyám ; born Ghiyāth ad-Dīn Abu'l-Fatḥ ʿUmar ibn Ibrāhīm al-Khayyām Nīshāpūrī, was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, philosopher, and poet, who is widely considered to be one of the most influential scientists of the Middle Ages. He wrote numerous treatises on mechanics, geography, mineralogy and astronomy...
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth18 May 1048
music brave
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
light wrath taverns
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.
secret saint mystery
I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.
flower forever dies
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
statistics facts algebra
Algebras are geometric facts which are proved.
friendship enemy few-friends
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
spiritual spring winter
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
wine men land
Here's to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
morning lasts firsts
Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
blessed grief bird
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
life sorry heart
Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?
life departed may
You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
magic shadow world
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.
life moving night
But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.