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
soul answers letters
I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell
moving-on writing science
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
enjoy enjoyment ifs
If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?
carpe-diem understanding trying
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
trying earth strange
I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
belief unbelief
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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.
rose forever dies
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
wine bread jugs
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
littles cups dry
Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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.
pieces chess boards
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.
home horizon world
You've seen the world, and all you've seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You've sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you've treasured up at home are nothing.