Omar Khayyam
Poet, mathematician, astronomer
Sayings by Omar Khayyam
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread – and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness – Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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.
The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life’s leaden Metal into Gold can transmute.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness—And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
Earth’s Secret to a starting Point of Glass Was solved for me; it was the Glass that was the Cause.
For let us make our Fête of to-day, for to-morrow we are gone, and what we have enjoyed is gone, and we are gone, and gone is our memory too.
And this I know: whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One thing is certain, and the rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
Let us drink wine, for it is the life of eternity, and the joy of youth, and the companion of old age, and the soul of pleasure.
While you live, drink!—for, once dead, you never shall return.
The Potter, having labor’d long and sore In many a Wheel, turns out at last no more Than a broken Pot, which he throws away, And then begins his work again as before.
Drink wine and be merry, for this is all that is left of life.
The wise man is he who enjoys the present, for the future is uncertain and the past is gone.
The world is a tavern, and we are its guests; let us drink and be merry, for soon we must depart.
Better to be intoxicated with wine than with the vain hopes of this world.
The heavens are but a turning wheel, and we are like grains of sand upon it.
The pleasures of this world are fleeting, but the sorrows are eternal.
Give me wine, for wine is the essence of life, and the antidote to sorrow.
The true philosopher is he who doubts everything, and believes nothing.
The end of man is dust, and his life is but a breath; let him enjoy what he has, for he knows not what awaits him.