It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate lovers the most wasted day of your life.

— Omar Khayyám

My coming brought no profit to the sky, Nor does my going swell its glory;My two ears have never heard anyone that could say, Why I came here and why I will go away.

— Omar Khayyám

My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it.

— Omar Khayyám

Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

— Omar Khayyám

O friend, for the morrow let us not worry This moment we have now, let us not hurry When our time comes, we shall not tarry With seven thousand-year-olds, our burden carry

— Omar Khayyám

Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

— Omar Khayyám

Oh, threats of Hell and Hopes of Par

— Omar Khayyám

The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord, That all the disbelieving and black Horde Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.

— Omar Khayyám

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

— Omar Khayyám

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

— Omar Khayyám