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. (Omar Khayyam)
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose. That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close The Nightingale that in the branches sang Ah. (Omar Khayyam)
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. (Omar Khayyam)
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou. (Omar Khayyam)
Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went. (Omar Khayyam)
Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again. (Omar Khayyam)
Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn I lean'd, the secret Well of Life to learn: And Lip to Lip it murmur'd -- While you live, Drink! (Omar Khayyam, "")
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it. (Omar Khayyam)
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. (Omar Khayyam)
I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And after many days my Soul return'd And said, "Behold, Myself am Heav'n and Hell. (Omar Khayyam, "")
O threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise One thing at least is certain - This Life flies One thing is certain and the rest is Lies The Flower that once has bloomed for ever dies. (Omar Khayyam)
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life. (Omar Khayyam)
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend. (Omar Khayyam)
A hair divides what is false and true. (Omar Khayyam)
So when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul Forth to your Lips to to quaff - you shall not shrink. (Omar Khayyam)