158 Quotes by Omar Khayyám

Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!

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.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

Algebras are geometric facts which are proved.

He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.

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.

Here's to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.

Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.