Dear readers, today I invite you to a philosophical conversation. After all, we will talk about the statements of the famous poet and philosopher Omar Khayyam. The poet is considered one of the greatest minds and philosophers of the East. Composing aphorisms about life with meaning, Omar Khayyam wrote short quatrains - rubai. It is interesting, however, that during his lifetime he was much better known as an astronomer and mathematician.
Before the Victorian era, it was known only in the East. Due to the breadth of their views, for a long time Khayyam the poet and Khayyam the scientist were considered different people. The collection of quatrains, rubaiyat, was published after the death of the author. Europeans read the rubaiyat in the translation of the English naturalist and poet Edward Fitzgerald. According to writers, Hayam's collection of poems includes more than 5,000 works. Historians are cautious: experts say that Khayyam wrote only 300 to 500 poems.
The philosopher had a keen sense of life and accurately described the characters of people. Noticed peculiarities of behavior in different situations. Despite the fact that he lived many years ago, Khayyam’s sayings and thoughts are still relevant today, and many of his sayings have become famous aphorisms.
And now I invite you, dear readers, to receive subtle pleasure from the poetic wisdom and wit of the aphorisms and quotes of the great thinker Omar Khayyam.
Aphorisms of Omar Khayyam about life
This is the essence of philosophers - to constantly think about what is happening around and be able to express it accurately and succinctly. Omar Khayyam expressed a very unusual view:
And the nights gave way to days Before us, oh my dear friend, And the stars still completed their circle, predetermined by fate. Ah, hush! Tread carefully on the dust under your feet - you trample the ashes of beauties, the remains of their wondrous eyes.
Khayyam is also wise in his attitude towards death and suffering. Like any wise man, he knew that there was no point in regretting the past and that in constant expectation of better happiness, too, could not be found.
Don’t curse heaven for your suffering. Look at the graves of your friends without sobbing. Appreciate this fleeting moment. Don't look at yesterday and tomorrow.
And he wrote about different perceptions of life:
Two people were looking out the same window. One saw rain and mud. The other is green elm foliage, spring and blue sky. Two people were looking out the same window.
And, of course, all the basic laws of the universe were obvious to him, which even now indicate that the best thing in life is to do good:
Don’t do evil - it will come back like a boomerang, Don’t spit in the well - you will drink the water, Don’t insult someone of lower rank, What if you have to ask for something. Don’t betray your friends - you won’t replace them, And don’t lose your loved ones - you won’t get them back, Don’t lie to yourself - over time you will verify that you are betraying yourself with this lie.
The philosopher considered labor to be the main thing, and position in society, wealth and social benefits to be only transitory attributes. About swagger he wrote:
Sometimes someone proudly glances: “It’s me!” Decorate your outfits with gold: “It’s me!” But as soon as his affairs go smoothly, Death suddenly emerges from ambush: “It’s me!”
In the fleeting nature of existence, the poet valued humanity and the ability to focus on one’s tasks:
Don’t envy someone who is strong and rich. Sunset always follows dawn. Treat this short life, equal to a breath, as if it was given to you on loan.
Omar Khayyam was able to treat many things with humor:
When I lay my head under the fence, I fall into the clutches of death, like a bird into the plucking, - I bequeath: make a jug out of me, Involve me in your revelry!
Although, like wine, the revelry and joy of the poet cannot be understood only literally. The rubaiyat contains several layers of wisdom.
Omar Khayyam
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Never go back. There is no point in going back anymore. Even if there are the same eyes in which thoughts were drowning. Even if you are drawn to where everything was so nice, don’t ever go there, forget forever what happened. The same people live in the past that they always promised to love. If you remember this, forget it, don’t ever go there. Don't trust them, they are strangers. After all, they once left you. They killed faith in their souls, in love, in people and in themselves. Just live what you live and even though life looks like hell, look only forward, never go back.
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The lower man soul, the higher nose up. He reaches with his nose to where his soul has not grown.
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When people gossip about you, it means that you are angry not only about yourself, but also about others. They fill themselves with you.
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Don't hold back what comes and don't push away what comes. And then happiness itself will find you.
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It's better to be hungry than to eat anything, it's better to be lonely than to be with just anyone.
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A true friend is a person who will tell you everything he thinks about you and tell everyone that you are a wonderful person.
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Let those whom we abandoned find better people than us, and those who abandoned us understand that we were the best!!!
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Our destiny is shaped by those small and imperceptible decisions that we make a hundred times a day.
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The question “What will people think?” - should be in the very last place. Basically, no one cares. Life is yours.
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Don’t do evil - it will come back like a boomerang, Don’t spit in the well - you will drink the water, Don’t insult someone of lower rank, What if you have to ask for something. Don’t betray your friends, you won’t replace them, And don’t lose your loved ones - you won’t get them back, Don’t lie to yourself - over time you will verify that you are betraying yourself with this lie.
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Eyes can speak. Scream with happiness or cry. With your eyes you can encourage, drive you crazy, make you cry. You can deceive with words, but with your eyes it is impossible. You can drown in your gaze if you look carelessly...
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Giving yourself does not mean selling. And sleeping next to each other does not mean sleeping with you. Not taking revenge does not mean forgiving everything. Not being around doesn't mean not loving.
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Once the day has passed, don’t remember it, Don’t groan in fear before the coming day, Don’t be sad about the future and the past, Know the value of today’s happiness!
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Isn’t it funny to save a penny all your life, If you still can’t buy eternal life? This life was given to you, my dear, for a while, - Try not to miss the time!
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He who is beaten by life will achieve more. He who eats a pound of salt appreciates honey more. He who shed tears laughs sincerely. He who died knows that he lives!
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If you expect gratitude for good, you don’t give good, you sell it.
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Without hops and smiles - what kind of life? Without the sweet sounds of a flute, what is life? Everything you see in the sun is worth little. But at the feast, life is bright and bright!
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My Wisdom has one refrain: “Life is short, so give it free rein!” It can be smart to trim trees, but to cut yourself off is much stupider!”
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Live, madman!.. Spend while you're rich! After all, you yourself are not a precious treasure. And don’t dream - the thieves won’t conspire to pull you back out of the coffin!
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Have you been passed over for a reward? Forget it. Are the days rushing by? Forget it. The Wind is careless: in the eternal Book of Life He could even move the wrong page...
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What is there, behind the dilapidated curtain of Darkness? Minds are confused in fortune-telling. When the curtain falls with a crash, We will all see how wrong we were.
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I would compare the world to a chessboard: Now it’s day, now it’s night... And the pawns? - we are with you. They move you, press you, and beat you. And they put it in a dark box to rest.
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The world could be compared to a piebald nag, And this horseman - who could he be? “Neither day nor night, he doesn’t believe in anything!” - Where does he get the strength to live?
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Youth rushed off - a fugitive spring - To the underground kingdoms in a halo of sleep, Like a miracle bird, with gentle cunning, Hovered, shone here - and is not visible...
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Dreams are dust! There is no place for them in the world. And even if the youthful delirium had come true? What if it snowed in the hot desert? An hour or two of rays - and there is no snow!
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“The world is piling up such mountains of evil! Their eternal oppression over the heart is so heavy!” But if only you could dig them up! How many wonderful, shining diamonds you would find!
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Life passes by like a flying caravan. The halt is short... Is the glass full? Beauty, come to me! The canopy will lower over the sleepy happiness of the dormant fog.
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In one young temptation - feel everything! In one string melody - listen to everything! Don't go into the darkening distances: Live in a short bright strip.
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Good and evil are at war: the world is on fire. What about the sky? The sky is to the side. Curses and furious hymns do not reach the blue heights.
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A sparkle of days, clutched in your hand, cannot buy Secrets somewhere in the distance. And here - a lie is a hair's breadth away from the Truth, And your life itself is in the balance.
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In moments He is visible, more often he is hidden. He keeps a close eye on our lives. God whiles away eternity with our drama! He composes, directs and watches.
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Although my figure is slimmer than a poplar, Although my cheeks are like a fiery tulip, But why did the capricious artist bring my shadow into his motley booth?
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The devotees were exhausted from thoughts. And the same secrets dry out the wise mind. For us, ignoramuses, fresh grape juice, and for them, the great ones, dried raisins!
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What do I care about the bliss of heaven - “later”? I ask now, in cash, wine... I don’t believe in credit! And what do I need Glory for: Drumming thunder right under my ear?!
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Wine is not only a friend. Wine is a sage: With it, misunderstandings and heresies are over! Wine is an alchemist: it transforms life’s lead into golden dust at once.
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As before a bright, royal leader, As before a scarlet, fiery sword - A black infection of shadows and fears - A horde of enemies runs before the wine!
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Guilt! “I don’t ask for anything else.” Love! “I don’t ask for anything else.” “Will heaven give you forgiveness?” They don’t offer, I don’t ask.
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You are drunk - and rejoice, Khayyam! You won - and rejoice. Khayyam! Nothing will come and put an end to these nonsense... You are still alive - and rejoice, Khayyam.
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There is a lot of wisdom in the words of the Koran, But wine teaches the same wisdom. On each cup there is a life inscription: “Place your lips - and you will see the bottom!”
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I am near the wine like a willow near a stream: A foamy stream waters my root. So God judged! What was he thinking about? And if I had stopped drinking, I would have let him down!
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The shine of a diadem, a silk turban, I will give everything - and your power, Sultan, I will give a saint with a rosary in addition For the sounds of a flute and... another glass!
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In scholarship there is no meaning, no boundaries. Will reveal more of the secret flutter of eyelashes. Drink! The Book of Life will end sadly. Decorate the flickering borders with wine!
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All the kingdoms of the world - for a glass of wine! All the wisdom of books - for the pungency of wine! All honors - for the shine and velvet of wine! All the music is for the gurgling of wine!
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The ashes of the sages are sad, my young friend. Their lives are scattered, my young friend. “But their proud lessons resonate with us!” And this is the wind of words, my young friend.
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I greedily inhaled all the aromas, I drank all the rays. And he wanted all the women. What's life? - An earthly stream flashed in the sun and disappeared somewhere in a black crack.
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Prepare wine for wounded love! Muscat and scarlet, like blood. Fill up the fire, sleepless, hidden, And entangle the soul in stringed silk again.
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There is no love in those who are not tormented by violence, In those damp twigs there is smoke. Love is a bonfire, blazing, sleepless... The lover is wounded. He is incurable!
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To reach her cheeks - tender roses? First there are thousands of splinters in the heart! So the comb: cut into small teeth, So that it floats sweeter in the luxury of hair!
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Until the wind carries away even a spark, - Ignite it with the joy of the vines! While at least the shadow remains of its former strength, Unravel the knots of fragrant braids!
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You are a warrior with a net: catch hearts! A jug of wine - and into the shade of a tree. The stream sings: “You will die and become clay. The lunar shine of the face is given for a short time.”
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“Don’t drink, Khayyam!” Well, how can I explain to them that I don’t agree to live in the dark! And the sparkle of wine and the wicked gaze of a sweetheart - These are two brilliant reasons to drink!
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They tell me: “Khayyam, don’t drink wine!” But what should we do? Only a drunk can hear the tender speech of a hyacinth to a tulip, which she does not speak to me!
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Have fun!.. Can't catch a stream in captivity? But the running stream caresses! Is there no consistency in women and in life? But it’s your turn!
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Love at the beginning is always tender. In my memories, she is always affectionate. And if you love, it’s pain! And with greed we torment and torment each other - always.
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Is scarlet rosehip tender? You are more tender. Is the Chinese idol curvy? You are more magnificent. Is the chess king weak in front of the queen? But I, fool, am weaker in front of you!
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We bring life to love - the last gift? The blow is placed close to the heart. But even a moment before death - give your lips, Oh, sweet cup of tender enchantment!
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“Our world is a young alley of roses, a chorus of nightingales and the chatter of dragonflies.” And in the fall? “Silence and stars, And the darkness of your fluffy hair...”
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“There are four elements. There seem to be five feelings, and a hundred mysteries.” Is it worth counting? Play the lute - the lute’s voice is sweet: In it the wind of life is a master of intoxication...
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In the heavenly cup there is the hop of airy roses. Break the glass of vain petty dreams! Why worries, honors, dreams? The sound of quiet strings... and the delicate silk of hair...
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You're not the only one unhappy. Do not anger with the stubbornness of Heaven. Renew your strength On your young breast, elastically tender... You will find delight. And don't look for love.
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I'm young again. Scarlet wine, Give joy to the soul! And at the same time Give bitterness, both tart and fragrant... Life is a bitter and drunken wine!
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Today is an orgy - I’m getting a divorce from my wife, the barren daughter of empty Wisdom! Friends, I’m delighted, And I’m marrying the daughter of a simple vine...
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Venus and the Moon have never seen an earthly brilliance sweeter than wine. Sell wine? Although gold is weighty, the mistake of the poor sellers is clear.
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A huge ruby of the sun shone in my wine: dawn! Take a sandalwood: Make one piece into a melodious lute, Light another, so that the world smells fragrant.
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“A weak man is an unfaithful slave of fate, I am exposed, a shameless slave!” Especially in love. I myself, I am the first. Always unfaithful and weak towards many.
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A dark hoop of days has bound our hands - Days without wine, without thoughts of her... Stingy time and charges for them The whole price of full, real days!
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Where is there even a hint of the mystery of life? In your night wanderings - where is there even a light? Under the wheel, in unquenchable torture, souls burn. Where's the smoke?
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How good the world is, how fresh the fire of the morning stars! And there is no Creator before whom to prostrate. But the roses cling, the lips beckon with delight... Don’t touch the lutes: we will listen to the birds.
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Feast! You'll get back on track again. Why run forward or backward! - At the festival of freedom the mind is small: He is our prison everyday robe.
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Empty happiness is an upstart, not a friend! With new wine, I’m an old friend! I love to stroke the noble goblet: The blood boils in it. He feels like a friend.
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There lived a drunkard. Seven jugs of wine fit into it. It seemed so to everyone. And he himself was an empty clay jug... The other day he broke... To pieces! At all!
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Days are river waves in minute silver, Desert sand in a melting game. Live today. And Yesterday and Tomorrow are not so necessary in the earthly calendar.
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How eerie on a starry night! Not myself. You are trembling, lost in the abyss of the world. And the stars in a violent dizziness rush past, into eternity, along a curve...
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Autumn rain sowed drops in the garden. The flowers have come up. They dapple and burn. But sprinkle scarlet hops into the cup of lilies - Like blue smoke, the magnolia aroma...
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I am old. My love for you is intoxication. I'm drunk with date wine this morning. Where is the rose of days? Cruelly plucked. I am humiliated by love, drunk with life!
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What's life? Bazaar... Don't look for a friend there. What's life? Bruise... Don't look for medicine. Don't change yourself. Smile at people. But don’t look for people’s smiles.
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Blood of wine pours from the neck of the jug on the table. And everything is in her warmth: Truthfulness, affection, devoted friendship - The only friendship on earth!
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Fewer friends! Day by day the carcasses empty sparks of fire. And when you shake your hand, always think silently: “Oh, they’ll swing it at me!”
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“In honor of the sun - a cup, our scarlet tulip! In honor of the scarlet lips - and he is drunk with love!” Feast, merry! Life is a heavy fist: It will knock everyone over dead into the fog.
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The rose laughed: “The sweet breeze tore off my silk, opened my wallet, and the whole treasury of golden stamens, Look, freely threw it on the sand.”
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The wrath of the rose: “What, the merchant will take me, the queen of roses, and the heat of fragrant tears will burn me out of my heart with evil pain?!” Mystery!.. Sing, nightingale! "A day of laughter - years of tears."
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I started a bed of Wisdom in the garden. I cherished it, watered it - and I’m waiting... The harvest is approaching, and from the garden bed a voice: “I came with the rain and I’ll leave with the wind.”
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I ask: “What did I have? What's ahead?.. He rushed about, raged... And you become dust, and people will say: “A short fire has burned out somewhere.”
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– What is a song, cups, caresses without warmth? – – Toys, trash from the children’s corner. – What about prayers, deeds and sacrifices? – Burnt and decaying ash.
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Night. Night is all around. Rip her up, excite her! Prison!.. All of him, your first kiss, Adam and Eve: gave us life and bitterness, It was an evil and predatory kiss.
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- How the rooster fought at dawn! “He saw clearly: the fire of the stars had gone out. And the night, like your life, was in vain. And you overslept. And you don’t know - you’re deaf.
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The fish said: “Shall we swim soon? It’s creepy in the ditch—it’s a cramped body of water.” “That’s how they’ll fry us,” said the duck, “It’s all the same: even if there’s sea all around!”
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“From end to end we are on our way to death. We cannot turn back from the brink of death.” Look: in the local caravan barn, don’t accidentally forget Your love!
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“I have been to the very bottom of the depths. Took off towards Saturn. There are no such twists, No such nets that I cannot untangle...” There are! Dark knot of death. He's alone!
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“Death will appear and mow down in reality the withered grass of silent days...” Make a jug from my ashes: I will be refreshed with wine - and I will come to life.
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Potter. There is noise all around on market day... He tramples clay, all day long. And she babbles in a faded voice: “Brother, have pity, come to your senses - you are my brother!..”
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Excite a clay vessel with moisture: You will hear the babbling of lips, not just streams. Whose ashes are these? I kiss the edge - and shudder: It seemed like a kiss was given to me.
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No potter. I'm alone in the workshop. Two thousand jugs are in front of me. And they whisper: “We will appear to a stranger for a moment as a crowd of dressed-up people.”
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Who was this tender vase? A lover! Sad and bright. What about the handles of the vase? She wrapped her flexible hand around her neck, as before.
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What's a scarlet poppy? Blood spurted out from the wounds of the Sultan, taken by the earth. And in the hyacinth, a young lock of hair emerged from the ground and curled again.
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A flower trembles above the mirror of the stream; It contains the ashes of a woman: a familiar stalk. Don’t forget the tulips of coastal greenery: And in them there is a gentle blush and reproach...
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The dawns shone for people - even before us! The stars flowed like an arc - even to us! In a lump of gray dust, under your foot, You crushed a shining young eye.
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It's getting light. The late lights are going out. Hopes were ignited. It’s always like this, all day! And when the light begins to shine, the candles will be lit again, And the late fires in the heart will go out.
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To involve Love in a secret conspiracy! Embrace the whole world, raise Love to you, So that, having fallen from a height, the world breaks, So that it rises again from the wreckage as the best!
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God is in the veins of days. All life is His game. From mercury it is living silver. It will sparkle with the moon, become silver with a fish... He is all flexible, and death is His game.
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The drop said goodbye to the sea - all in tears! The Sea laughed freely - everything was in the rays! “Fly up to the sky, fall to the ground, - The end is the same: again - in my waves.”
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Doubt, faith, the ardor of living passions - A game of air soap bubbles: That one flashed like a rainbow, and this one is gray... And they will all fly away! This is people's lives.
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One trusts the running days, The other trusts the foggy dreams of tomorrow, And the muezzin broadcasts from the tower of darkness: “Fools! The reward is not here, and not there!”
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Imagine yourself as a pillar of science, Try to drive a hook to catch on, Into the gaps of two abysses - Yesterday and Tomorrow... Or better yet, drink! Don't waste your efforts.
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I was also attracted by the scientists' halo. From a young age I listened to them, debated, sat with them... But I left through the same door by which I entered.
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Mysterious miracle: “You are in me.” It was given to me in the darkness like a torch. I wander after him and always stumble: Our very blind “You are in me.”
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It was as if a key had been found for the door. It was as if there was a bright ray in the fog. There was a revelation about “I” and “You”... A moment - darkness! And the key sank into the abyss!
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How! To pay for rubbish with the gold of merit - For this life? An agreement is imposed, the debtor is deceived, weak... And they are dragged to court without talking. Clever lender!
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Inhale the world's fumes from someone else's cooking?! Put a hundred patches on the holes in life?! Pay losses on the accounts of the Universe?! - No! I'm not that hard-working and rich!
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First of all, they gave me life without asking. Then the discrepancy in feelings began. Now they're driving me out... I'll leave! Agree! But the intention is unclear: where is the connection?
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Traps, pits on my way. God arranged them. And he told me to go. And he foresaw everything. And he left me. And the one who did not want to save judges!
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Having filled life with the temptation of bright days, Filling the soul with the flame of passions, God demands renunciation: here is the cup - It is full: bend it - and do not spill it!
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You put our heart into a dirty lump. You let an insidious snake into heaven. And to the person - You are the accuser, aren't you? Hurry up and ask him to forgive you!
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You came, Lord, like a hurricane: You threw a handful of dust into my mouth, You turned my glass over and spilled priceless hops... But which of us two is drunk today?
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I loved idols superstitiously. But they are lying. No one is strong enough... I sold my good name for a song, And drowned my glory in a small mug.
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Execute, and prepare the soul of Eternity, Make vows, reject love. And there is spring! He will come and take out the roses. And the cloak of repentance is torn again!
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All the joys you desire - tear them off! Wide the cup of happiness! Heaven will not appreciate your hardships. So flow, wine, songs, overflowing!
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Monasteries, mosques, synagogues And God saw a lot of cowards in them. But there are no bad seeds in the hearts liberated by the sun: slave anxieties.
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I enter the mosque. The hour is late and dull. I am not in thirst for a miracle and not with a prayer: I once pulled a rug from here, But it was worn out. We need another...
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Be a freethinker! Remember our vow: “The saint is narrow, the hypocrite is cruel.” Khayyam’s sermon sounds stubborn: “Be a thief, but be wide-hearted!”
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The soul is light with wine! Bring tribute to her: The jug rings roundly. And mint the cup with love: so that the golden edge shines and reflects in it.
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In wine I see the scarlet spirit of fire and the shine of needles. For me the Crystal Cup is a living fragment of the sky. “What about Night? And Night is the eyelashes of Day..."
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Know how to always be in good spirits, drink more, do not trust the wretched wisdom of people, and say: “Life is a poor bride! The dowry is in my gaiety.”
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Yes, the vine has stuck to My heels, to the laughter of the dervishes. But from my soul, like from metal, the key, perhaps, to heaven is forged.
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From scarlet lips - reach for another love. Christ, Venus - invite everyone to the feast! With the wine of love, soften the untruths of life. And the days, like tender brushes, tear them up.
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Great - throw some grains in the fields! It’s more beautiful to throw the sun into our souls! And to subordinate free people to Good is more beautiful than giving freedom to slaves.
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Be softer to people! Do you want to be wiser? – Don’t hurt with your wisdom. Fight with the offender Fate, be bold. But swear not to offend people!
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The heart asked: “Teach at least once!” I started with the alphabet: “Remember – “Az”. And I hear: “Enough! Everything is in the initial syllable, and then - a fluent, eternal retelling.”
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You are crying? That's enough. The storm will end. Every tear will sparkle like a diamond. “Let the Night extinguish the world and the sun of the world!” How?! Stew everything? And children's eyes?
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Close the Koran. Look around freely and think for yourself. Good - always share. Evil - never remember. And in order to rise with your heart, bend down to the fallen one.
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The shot bird is my sadness, Hidden away, the dull pain melting away. Hurry up the wine! Singing sounds of the flute! Lights, flowers - I’m joking and cheerful!
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We cannot change what the days have in store for us! Do not cause alarm, do not darken the shining remnant of the Azure days. Your moment is short! Be blessed and appreciate!
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A thrown ball will not say: “No!” and “Yes!” The player threw - fly headlong there! They will not ask us: they will take us into the world and throw us. Heaven decides where everyone goes.
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The hand stubbornly draws a sentence. Is it written? End! And from now on, the lines will not be moved and the words will not be washed away. All our tears, wisdom and reproach.
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He caught us, covered us with a bowl of the sky, The wise one was frightened. Happy is he who is in love. Clinging to sweet life! The jug over the bowl pressed his lips to her - so he is over her!
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For whom is it easy? To inexperienced hearts. And in words - to deep sages. And I looked cruel secrets in the eyes And went into the shadows, envying the blind.
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Keep it like a secret. Don’t tell everyone: There was paradise, there was splendor, untouched by anything. And for Adam it was immediately a nuisance: They drove him into sadness and drove him out completely!
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There are boundaries in the fields. Stream, Spring is all around. And the girl comes to me with wine, Beautiful Moment! And start thinking about the eternal - And it’s over: you have your tail between your legs like a puppy!
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Universe? - my fleeting glance! Lakes of tears? - all from her alone! What the hell? - The burn of my mental anguish. And heaven is just a reflection of earthly joy!
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The saints want to fill the ocean with pebbles. A hopeless plan! They frighten with hell, tempt with heaven... And where are the messengers from these distant countries?
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Isn't it strange? - how many people have still gone into the unknown space and not a single one has returned from there. If I had told everything, the argument would have been over!
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"Forward! There are bright sheaves of sun there!” “Where is the road?” - heard from the crowd. “I found... I will find...” - But the last cry will sound alarm: “It’s dark, and there’s no path!”
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Have you sinned, are you confused, Khayyam? Don't bother Heaven with your tears. Be sincere! And wait for death calmly: There is either the Abyss, or Pity for us!
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Oh, if only a living spring would shine in the desert and sparkle with moisture! Like crumpled grass, rising, the fallen traveler would come to life and stand up.
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Where is the color of the trees? The sparkle of spring roses? Days ago, who took away the seven-colored cup?.. But by the water, in the gardens, there is still greenery... The rubies of the vines' clothing burned through...
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I haven’t kissed so many lips! What joys I didn’t know! And everything went away... Some kind of disembodied dream All that I so greedily touched!
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Who needs it, your sad sigh? It is impossible for the feast to die out in confusion! Have you been promised heaven? So settle down here, Otherwise, the calculation for the future is bad!
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Attention, wanderer! Distance is unreliable. Fiery steel snakes from his hands. And tender almonds beckon with deceptively bitter sweetness from beyond the fence.
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Among the lawn there is a shadow, like an island, under a tree. He beckons, he’s not far away!.. Wait, two steps there from the dusty road! What if the abyss lies across?
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Without eating apples from the tree in paradise, the blind puppy hid in his crevice. And those who eat it can see: the first day of creation opened up an empty crowd throughout the centuries.
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To the very edge of the sown fields! There, where the silence of the steppes is in the wind! There, in front of the throne of the golden desert, the Slaves, the Sultan - everyone can breathe freely!
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Get up! The East has thrown a stone into the cup of darkness! Let's go, caravans of stars! The darkness is exhausted... And the Hunter Sun catches the proud tower of the Sultan in a fiery snare.
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The potter was sculpting, and standing nearby was a clay jug: a handle and an oval... And I recognized the Sultan’s naked skull, And I recognized the hand, the hand of a beggar!
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“The treasure is not in gold, it’s in the mind!” Not the poor pathetic one in life's prison! Look: the heads of the violets are drooping, And the roses are fading in their lush fringe.
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Sultan! With the brilliance of star fire, Your horse has been saddled for centuries. And where he touches the ground with his hoof, golden dust will come out ringing.
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“A little bread, fresh water and shade...” Tell me, but what then are the Brilliant, proud sultans for? Why slaves and beggars then?
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Yesterday a raven sat on the roof of the Shah's palace. He held the skull of the proud Shah in his claws and asked: “Where are the pipes? Trumpet the glory of the Shah endlessly!
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The great king Bayram lived in the palaces. There are lizards there. The lion spends the night there. Where is the king? Catcher of wild onagers Caught forever - in the worst of pits.
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Shall we talk some sense into it? It's easier to burn the sea! Wherever there is happiness, there is a crack and a leak! Is the jug full? Touch it and it will spill. Take the empty one! Safer to take care of.
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Earthly life is a momentary ringing groan. Where are the ashes of the heroes? Scattered by the wind, Pink dust swirls in the sun... Earthly life is a floating dream in the rays.
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Khayyam expanded the tent for Wisdom, and was thrown by Death into the fiery bonfire. Khayyam's tent was cut down by an Angel. The gold pattern was sold for the songs.
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No need for lights, servants! How many bodies! Intertwined, and their faces are like chalk. In the vague darkness... And where is the Darkness forever? No lights needed: the holiday is over!
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He who understands life is no longer in a hurry, savors every moment and watches how a child sleeps, how an old man prays, how the rain falls and how snowflakes melt. He sees beauty in the ordinary, The simplest solution in the complicated, He knows how to make a dream come true, He loves life and believes in Sunday, He understood that happiness is not in money, And their quantity will not save you from grief, But who lives with a bird in his hands? , He definitely won’t find his firebird. He who understands life understands the essence of things, That only death is more perfect than life, That knowing without being surprised is more terrible, Than not knowing and not being able to do something.
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I came to the sage and asked him: “What is love?” He said, "Nothing." But, I know, many books have been written. “Eternity” - some write, while others say “moment”. Either it will scorch with fire, or it will melt like snow, What is love? - “It’s all a person!” And then I looked him straight in the face: “How can I understand you? Nothing or everything? He said, smiling: “You yourself gave the answer!” - “Nothing or everything! There is no middle ground here!
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It is better to fall into poverty, starve or steal, than to fall into the number of despicable dishevelers. It is better to gnaw on bones than to be seduced by sweets at the table of scoundrels in power.
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Don’t share your secret with people, Because you don’t know which of them is mean. As you yourself act with God’s creation, expect the same from people.
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Hell and heaven in heaven are claimed by bigots; I looked inside myself and became convinced of the lie. Hell and heaven are not circles in the palace of the universe; Hell and heaven are two halves of the soul
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Life will fly by like one moment. Appreciate it, draw pleasure from it. As you spend it, so it will pass. Don’t forget: she is your creation. Once the day has passed, don’t remember it, Don’t groan in fear before the coming day, Don’t be sad about the future and the past, Know the value of today’s happiness! If you can, do not worry about the passing of time, Do not burden your soul with either the past or the future. Spend your treasures while you are alive; After all, you will still appear in the next world as poor. Do not be afraid of the machinations of time as it flies, Our troubles in the circle of existence are not eternal. Spend the moment given to us in joy, Do not cry about the past, do not be afraid of the future.
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The ocean, made of drops, is large. The continent is made up of dust particles. Your coming and going doesn't matter. Just a fly flew into the window for a moment...
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Everyone can drink, you just need to know: where, when, for what and with whom and how much.
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“There is no worse loneliness than being alone together...”
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Can only be shown to sighted people. Sing the song - only to those who hear. Give yourself to someone who will be grateful, who understands, loves and appreciates you.
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I think it’s better to be lonely than to give the heat of the soul to “someone” A priceless gift given to just anyone When you meet your loved one, you won’t be able to love.
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Be happy in this moment. This moment is your life.
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You can’t look into tomorrow today, just the thought of it makes your chest feel painful. Who knows how many days you have left to live? Don't waste them, be prudent.
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Although this is not new, I will remind you again: In the face of both friend and enemy, You are the master of the unspoken word, And of the spoken word, you are the servant.
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What is the use of interpreting for someone who is clueless!
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Good does not put on the mask of evil, but often evil, under the mask of good, does its crazy things.
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A hungry lion is more likely to refuse food than a woman is to refuse meanness and lies.
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Don’t let a scoundrel into your secrets - hide them, And keep secrets from a fool - hide them, Look at yourself among the people passing by, Keep silent about your hopes until the end - hide them!
Quotes from Omar Khayyam about the joy of life
During the life of the scientist in the Islamic world (within modern borders from Azerbaijan to India), religion in literature imposed strict restrictions on the description of love. For more than thirty years, there has been a strict ban on mentioning alcohol in poetry. But the philosopher seems to laugh at the imams. Famous verses are broken down into aphorisms.
We are told that in the thickets of paradise we will embrace marvelous houris, blissfully delighting ourselves with the purest honey and wine. So if it is allowed by the Eternal Ones themselves in the holy paradise, then is it possible to forget beauties and wine in a fleeting world?
However, Khayyam’s notorious wine is not so much alcoholic as a symbol of the joy of life:
Drink! And into the fire of spring chaos Throw the holey, dark cloak of winter. The earthly path is short. And time is a bird. The bird has wings... You are at the edge of darkness.
Wine is also a way to comprehend the wisdom of seemingly ordinary phenomena and images:
Man is the truth of the world, the crown - Not everyone knows this, but only the sage. Drink a drop of wine so that you don’t think that all creations are based on the same model.
Although the most important thing is the ability to enjoy life:
Do not worry that your name will be forgotten. Let the intoxicating drink comfort you. Before your joints fall apart, Comfort yourself with your beloved, caressing her.
The main feature of the sage’s works is integrity without the currently fashionable conflict. A person is not only integral, but also influences his environment:
Only in the sky will the dawn dawn, barely visible, Draw from the cup the juice of the invaluable vine! We know: the truth in the mouths of people is bitter, - So, that means we should consider wine to be the truth.
This is the whole of Khayyam - he suggests looking for the meaning of life in its endless manifestations.
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The drop began to cry that it had parted with the sea.
The sea laughed at its naive grief.
We are a source of fun and a mine of sorrow.
We are a receptacle of filth and a pure spring. Man, as if in a mirror, the world has many faces. He is insignificant - and he is immeasurably great!
When you throw dirt at a person, remember that it may not reach him, but will remain on your hands.
Just as complete darkness is necessary for a pearl,
so suffering is necessary for the soul and mind. Have you lost everything and your soul is empty? This cup will fill itself again!
Silence is a shield from many troubles, and chatter is always harmful. A man's tongue is small, but how many lives has he ruined?
If you have a nook to live in -
In our vile times - and a piece of bread, If you are not a servant to anyone, not a master - You are happy and truly high in spirit.
The lower man soul, the higher nose up. He reaches with his nose to where his soul has not grown.
Since your mind has not comprehended the eternal laws,
it is ridiculous to worry about petty intrigues. Since God in heaven is invariably great - Be calm and cheerful, appreciate this moment.
You give someone a change and he will remember it forever; you give someone your life, but he won’t remember.
Isn’t it funny to save a penny all your life,
If you still can’t buy eternal life? This life was given to you, my dear, for a while, - Try not to miss the time!
The discouraged dies prematurely
We are all toys of God's creation;
in His universe everything is His possession. And why our competition in wealth - We, aren’t we all in one prison?
To live your life wisely, you need to know a lot.
Remember two important rules to begin with: You’d better starve than eat anything, And it’s better to be alone than with just anyone.
He who is beaten by life will achieve more.
He who eats a pound of salt appreciates honey more. He who shed tears laughs sincerely. He who died knows that he lives!
The wind of life is sometimes fierce.
In general, life, however, is good... And it’s not scary when there is black bread, It’s scary when the soul is black...
Why didn’t the almighty creator of our bodies
want to grant us immortality? If we are perfect, why do we die? If they are imperfect, then who is the bastard?
If omnipotence had been given to me
, I would have cast down such a sky long ago and erected another, rational sky, so that it would love only the worthy.
Let's get up in the morning and shake each other's hands,
For a moment we'll forget about our grief, Let's breathe in this morning air with pleasure, Let's breathe in deeply while we're still breathing.
Before you were born, you did not need anything,
but once you are born, you are doomed to need everything. As soon as you throw off the oppression of a shameful body, you will again become free, like God, a rich man.
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Aphorisms of Omar Khayyam
It is no coincidence that they occupy an important place in world literature.
After all, everyone knows this outstanding sage of antiquity. However, not everyone realizes that Omar Khayyam was, among other things, an outstanding mathematician who made a serious contribution to algebra, a writer, philosopher and musician.
He was born on May 18, 1048 and lived for 83 long years. His entire life was spent in Persia (modern Iran).
Of course, this genius became most famous for his quatrains, which are called the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. They contain deep meaning, subtle irony, exquisite humor and amazing meaning of being.
There are many different translations of the rubaiyat of the great Persian. We bring to your attention the best sayings and aphorisms of Omar Khayyam.
It is better to fall into poverty, starve or steal, than to fall into the number of despicable dishevelers. It is better to gnaw on bones than to be seduced by sweets at the table of scoundrels in power. The wind of life is sometimes fierce. In general, life, however, is good And it’s not scary when the bread is black, It’s scary when the soul is black...
I am a student in this best of the best worlds. My work is hard: the teacher is too harsh! Until my gray hairs I have been an apprentice in life, I am still not included in the category of masters...
Isn’t it funny to save a penny all your life, If you still can’t buy eternal life? This life was given to you, my dear, for a while, - Try not to miss the time!
You must be good with both friend and enemy! He who is good by nature will not find malice in him. If you offend a friend, you will make an enemy; if you hug an enemy, you will gain a friend.
If you have a nook to live in - In our vile times - and a piece of bread, If you are not a servant to anyone, not a master - You are happy and truly high in spirit.
The ocean, made of drops, is large. The continent is made up of dust particles. Your coming and going don't matter. Just a fly flew into the window for a moment...
From godlessness to God—one moment! From zero to total - just a moment. Take care of this precious moment: Life is neither less nor more - one moment!
Wine is prohibited, but there are four “buts”: It depends on who drinks wine, with whom, when and in moderation. Subject to these four conditions, wine is permitted to all sane people.
Two people were looking out the same window. One saw rain and mud. The other is green foliage, spring and blue skies.
We are a source of joy and sorrow. We are a receptacle of filth and a pure spring. Man, as if in a mirror, the world has many faces. He is insignificant and he is immeasurably great!
He who is beaten by life will achieve more. He who eats a pound of salt appreciates honey more. He who shed tears laughs sincerely. He who died knows that he lives!
How often, when we make mistakes in life, we lose those we value. Trying to please others, sometimes we run away from our neighbors. We exalt those who are not worthy of us, and betray the most faithful. Those who love us so much, we offend, and we ourselves expect an apology.
Don’t envy someone who is strong and rich; sunset always follows the dawn. With this short life, equal to a breath. Treat it as if it was rented to you.
And the speck of dust was a living particle. She had a black curl and a long eyelash. Wipe the dust from your face carefully and tenderly: Dust, perhaps Zukhra was bright-faced!
I once bought a talking jug. “I was the Shah! - the jug screamed inconsolably - I became dust. The potter called me out of the dust and made the former Shah the joy of carousing.”
This old jug on the poor man's table Was the all-powerful vizier in bygone centuries. This cup that the hand holds is the breast of a deceased beauty or the cheek...
Did the world have an origin at the very beginning? This is the riddle that God asked us. The sages interpreted it as they wanted, but not one could really solve it.
He is too zealous and shouts: “It’s me!” The gold coin in the wallet jingles: “It’s me!” But as soon as he manages to get things going, death knocks on the braggart’s window: “It’s me!”
Do you see this boy, old sage? He plays with sand and builds a palace. Give him advice: “Be careful, young man, With the ashes of wise heads and loving hearts!”
There is a baby in the cradle, a dead man in the coffin: That’s all that is known about our fate. Drink the cup to the bottom - and don’t ask much: the Master will not reveal the secret to the slave.
Do not mourn, mortal, yesterday's losses, Do not measure today's deeds by tomorrow's standard, Do not believe in the past or the future, Believe in the current minute - be happy now!
Months followed months before us, Wise men gave way to wise men before us. These dead stones under our feet used to be the pupils of captivating eyes.
I see a vague land - the abode of sorrows, I see mortals hurrying to their graves, I see glorious kings, moon-faced beauties, who have shone and become prey to worms.
There is no heaven or hell, oh my heart! There is no return from darkness, oh my heart! And there is no need to hope, oh my heart! And there is no need to be afraid, oh my heart!
We are obedient dolls in the hands of the Creator! I didn’t say this for the sake of a word. The Almighty leads us across the stage on strings and pushes us into the chest, bringing us to the end.
It's good if your dress has no holes. And it’s not a sin to think about your daily bread. And everything else is not needed for nothing - Life is more valuable than wealth and honors of all.
Once you become a beggar dervish, you will reach heights. Having torn your heart to blood, you will reach heights. Away, empty dreams of great achievements! Only by controlling yourself will you reach heights.
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