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
brain care jade
Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.
soul paradise retreat
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.
single thoughtful solitude
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
dark thinking spirit
Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; 'Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
hair divides
A hair divides what is false and true.
people secret mystery
The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
rose forever dies
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
mother daughter house
You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
wine bread jugs
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
belief unbelief
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
book writing names
So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
children rain night
When you are so full of sorrow that you can't walk, can't cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.
atheist prayer wine
How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours Will make a cup, bowl, one day a jar. When once you hear the roses are in bloom, Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine; Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell- These are but fairy-tales, forget them all.
love sexy thinking
My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.