Sayings by Omar Khayyam about life. What is the use of interpreting for someone who is clueless! Quotes and aphorisms of Omar Khayyam about love
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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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One refrain from my Wisdom:
“Life is short, so give it free rein!
It's smart to trim trees,
But cutting 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 - thieves won’t agree
Get 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
I could have moved the wrong page...
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What's there behind the shabby 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 has sped away - a fugitive spring -
To the underground kingdoms in the halo of sleep,
Like a miracle bird, with gentle cunning,
It curled and 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
You would find shining diamonds!
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Life passes by like a flying caravan.
The halt is short... Is the glass full?
Beauty, come to me! Will lower the curtain
There is a dormant fog above the sleepy happiness.
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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 streak.
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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
They don’t reach the blue heights.
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On the sparkle of days, clutched in your hand,
You can't buy Secrets somewhere far away.
And here - a lie is a hair's breadth from the Truth,
And your life is on the line.
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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 the cheeks are a fiery tulip,
But why is the artist wayward?
Did you bring my shadow into your 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, cash, wine...
I don’t believe in credit! And what do I need Glory for:
Right under your ear – drumming thunder?!
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Wine is not only a friend. Wine is a sage:
With him, the misunderstandings and heresies are over!
Wine is an alchemist: transforms at once
Life's lead into golden dust.
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As before the bright, royal leader,
As before a scarlet, fiery sword -
Shadows and fears are a black infection -
A horde of enemies is running 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:
“Put your mouth on it 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! Was he thinking about anything?
And if I had stopped drinking, I would have let him down!
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The shine of the tiara, the silk turban,
I will give everything - and your power, Sultan,
I'll give the saint with a rosary to boot
For the sounds of the 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,
Drank all the rays. And he wanted all the women.
What's life? - The earthly stream flashed in the sun
And somewhere in a black crack he disappeared.
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Prepare wine for wounded love!
Muscat and scarlet, like blood.
Flood the fire, sleepless, hidden,
And entangle your soul in string silk again.
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There is no love in those who are not tormented by violence,
There is damp smoke in that twig.
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: they will cut it into small teeth,
May you float sweeter in the luxury of your hair!
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Until the wind carries away even a spark, -
Inflame her with the joy of the vines!
While at least the shadow remains of its former strength, -
Unravel the knots of your 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 the sweet one -
Here 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 hyacinth's tender speech to the tulip,
Which she doesn't tell 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 for each other
We torment and torment – 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 me your lips,
O sweet cup of tender enchantment!
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“Our world is an alley of young roses,
Chorus of nightingales and 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. It’s like there are five feelings,
And a hundred riddles." Is it worth counting?
Play the lute, the lute’s voice is sweet:
In him 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. Don't be angry
By the tenacity of Heaven. Renew your strength
On a 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 your 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 - with my wife,
The barren daughter of empty Wisdom,
I divorce! Friends, I'm delighted too
And I will marry the daughter of a simple vine...
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Venus and the Moon have not seen
The earthly shine is sweeter than wine.
Sell wine? Although gold is weighty, -
The mistake of poor sellers is clear.
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The huge ruby of the sun shone
In my wine: dawn! Take sandalwood:
Make one piece like a melodious lute,
The other one is to light it 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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The dark hoop of days has bound our hands -
Days without wine, without thoughts about her...
Stingy with time and charges for them
The entire 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 are burning. 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'll 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 cup:
His blood is boiling. He feels like a friend.
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There lived a drunkard. Seven jugs of wine
It fit into it. It seemed so to everyone.
And he himself was an empty clay jug...
The other day I crashed... 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
Not so needed 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 are in a violent dizziness
They 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 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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From the neck of a jug on the table
Wine is bleeding. And everything is in her warmth:
Truthfulness, affection, devoted friendship -
The only friendship on earth!
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Fewer friends! Same day by day
Extinguish empty sparks of fire.
And when you shake hands, 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:
Everyone will be thrown over dead into the fog.
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The rose laughed: “Dear breeze
Tore off my silk, opened my wallet,
And the whole treasury of golden stamens,
Look, he freely threw it on the sand.”
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The wrath of the rose: “How, me, the queen of roses -
The merchant will take the heat of fragrant tears
Will it burn you out of your heart with evil pain?!” Secret!..
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 there is a voice:
“I came with the rain and I will go with the wind.”
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I ask: “What did I have?
What's ahead?.. He was rushing about, raging...
And you will become dust, and people will say:
“A short fire broke 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!.. That's it, your first kiss,
Adam and Eve: gave us life and bitterness,
It was an angry 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.”
“This is how they will 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 caravanserai
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 sorrows
Such networks that I cannot unravel..."
Eat! Dark knot of death. He's alone!
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“Death will appear and mow down in reality,
Silent days, withered grass..."
Make a jug from my ashes:
I will refresh myself with wine and 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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Stir a clay vessel with moisture:
You will hear the babble 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: “Let's present ourselves to a stranger
For a moment, 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? With a flexible hand
She wrapped her arms around her neck, as before.
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What's a scarlet poppy? Blood sprayed out
From the wounds of the Sultan, taken by the earth.
And in the hyacinth - it broke out from the ground
And the young lock 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.
Do not 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 the 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 it glows, the candles will be lit again,
And the late lights in the heart go out.
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To involve Love in a secret conspiracy!
Hug the whole world, raise Love to you,
So that the world falls from a height and breaks,
So that he can rise again from the rubble as the best!
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God is in the veins of days. Entire life -
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 to the sky, fall to the ground,”
There is only one end: again – in my waves.”
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Doubt, faith, ardor of living passions -
Game of air bubbles:
That one flashed like a rainbow, and this one was gray...
And they will all fly away! This is people's lives.
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One trusts the running days,
The other is for vague dreams of tomorrow,
And the muezzin speaks 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 in a hook to catch on.
Into the gaps of two abysses - Yesterday and Tomorrow...
Better yet, drink! Don't waste your efforts.
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I was also attracted by the scientists' halo.
I listened to them from a young age, debated them,
I sat with them... But by the same door
I came out the same way I came in.
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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 gold of merit -
For this life? An agreement has been imposed
The debtor is deceived, weak... And they will drag him to court
No 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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Firstly, 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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Filling life with the temptation of bright days,
Filling the soul with the flame of passions,
The God of renunciation demands: here is the cup -
It’s full: bend it and don’t 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:
Threw a handful of dust into my mouth, my glass
Turned it over and spilled the priceless hops...
Who 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 he drowned his 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 not in hearts freed by the sun,
Bad seeds: slave anxieties.
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I enter the mosque. The hour is late and dull.
I am not thirsty for a miracle and not with a prayer:
Once upon a time I pulled a rug from here,
And he was worn out. We need another...
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Be a freethinker! Remember our pledge:
“The saint is narrow, the hypocrite is cruel.”
Khayyam’s sermon sounds stubborn:
“Be a robber, but be wide-hearted!”
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The soul is light with wine! Pay tribute to her:
The jug is round and sonorous. And minting
With love, a cup: so that it shines
And the golden edge was reflected.
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In wine I see the scarlet spirit of fire
And the shine of needles. Cup for me
Crystal - a living fragment of the sky.
Many centuries have passed, and rubai about love, the scientist, and also the philosopher Omar Khayyam are on the lips of many. Quotes about love for a woman, aphorisms from his small quatrains are quite often displayed as statuses on the social network, since they carry deep meaning, wisdom of the ages.
It is worth noting that Omar Khayyam went down in history, first of all, as a scientist who made a number of important scientific discoveries, thereby going far ahead of his time.
Seeing the statuses taken from the work of the great Azerbaijani philosopher, one can perceive a certain pessimistic mood, but by deeply analyzing the words, as well as phrases, the hidden subtext of the quote is captured, one can see the ardent, deep love for life. Just a few lines can convey a clear protest against the imperfections of the world around us, thus, statuses can indicate the life position of the person who posted them.
Poetry famous philosopher, describing love for a woman and, in fact, for life itself, can be easily found on the World Wide Web. Winged sayings, aphorisms, as well as phrases in pictures carry centuries, they so subtly trace thoughts about the meaning of life, the purpose of man on Earth.
Omar Khayyam’s book “Rubai of Love” is a capacious combination of wisdom, slyness, and sophisticated humor. In many quatrains one can read not only about high feelings to a woman, but also judgments about God, statements about wine, the meaning of life. All this is not without reason. The ancient thinker masterfully polished each line of the quatrain, like a skilled jeweler polishing the edges gemstone. But how do lofty words about fidelity and feelings for a woman combine with lines about wine, since the Koran at that time strictly forbade the consumption of wine?
In the poems of Omar Khayyam, the drinking person was a kind of symbol of freedom; in the rubai, a departure from the established framework - religious canons - is clearly visible. The thinker’s lines about life carry subtle subtext, that’s why wise quotes, as well as phrases that are still relevant today.
Omar Khayyam did not take his poetry seriously, most likely the rubai were written for the soul, allowing him to escape a little from scientific works, look at life philosophically. Quotes, as well as phrases from the rubaiyat, talking about love, have turned into aphorisms, catchphrases and, after many centuries, continue to live, as evidenced by statuses on social networks. But the poet did not at all crave such fame, because his vocation was the exact sciences: astronomy and mathematics.
In the hidden meaning of the poetic lines of the Tajik-Persian poet, a person is considered highest value, the main purpose of being in this world, in his opinion, is to find one’s own happiness. That is why the poems of Omar Khayyam contain so many discussions about fidelity, friendship, and the relationship of men to women. The poet protests against selfishness, wealth and power, this is evidenced by succinct quotes and phrases from his works.
Wise lines, which over time turned into popular sayings, advise both men and women to find the love of their life, to look closely at inner world, look for light invisible to others and thus understand the meaning of your existence on Earth.
A man's wealth is his spiritual world. Wise thoughts, quotes, and phrases of the philosopher do not age over the centuries, but rather are filled with new meaning, which is why they are often used as social network statuses.
Omar Khayyam is a humanist; he perceives a person, along with his spiritual values, as something valuable. It encourages you to enjoy life, find love, and enjoy every minute you live. The unique style of presentation allows the poet to express what cannot be conveyed in plain text.
Statuses from social networks give an idea of a person’s thoughts and values, even without ever seeing him. Wise lines, quotes and phrases speak of the subtle mental organization of the person who presented them as statuses. Aphorisms about fidelity say that finding love is a huge reward from God, it must be appreciated, it is revered by both women and men throughout their lives.
Omar Khayyam (1048 - 1131) - Persian poet, philosopher, mathematician, astronomer, astrologer. Hundreds of years have passed, but it’s as if he lives among us. Why does time have no power over him? His poetry exists outside of time!
I think his view of life is very consonant with ours, today, modern. The distant eleventh and today's twenty-first century: the form of life has changed, but the content has not. To understand the present, we often have to turn to the past. Let's reflect with the great poet.
About life
For many years I reflected on earthly life
There is nothing incomprehensible to me under the sun.
I know that I know nothing!
Here the last truth, opened by me.
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It is known that in the world everything is just vanity of vanities:
Be cheerful, don't worry - that's the light.
What has happened is past, what will happen is unknown,
So don’t bother later, which is not the case today.
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In this unfaithful world, don't be a fool:
Don’t rely on those around you.
Look at your closest friend with a sober eye:
A friend may turn out to be your worst enemy.
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If I were given omnipotence,
I would have cast down such a sky long ago
And would erect another, reasonable sky,
So that it loves only the worthy.
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Where did we come from?
Where are we going on our way?
What is the meaning of our life?
He is incomprehensible to us!
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If you have a nook for living -
In our vile times - and a piece of bread,
If you are neither a servant nor a master to anyone -
You are happy and truly high in spirit.
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The doors of this monastery are exit and entrance.
What awaits us besides death and fear of adversity?
Happiness? Happy is he who lives even for a moment,
Those who were not born at all are happier.
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Life is a desert, we wander through it naked.
Mortal, full of pride, you are simply ridiculous!
You find a reason for every step -
Meanwhile, it has long been a foregone conclusion in heaven.
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Miser, don’t lament that times are bad.
Spend everything you have. Remember: there is only one life!
No matter how much gold you loot, you will be transported to another world from here
You won’t be able to carry away even a handful of grain.
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No one can tell what roses smell like.
Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey.
Give bread to one - he will remember it forever.
Sacrifice the life of another - he will not understand.
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Some people are deceived by earthly life,
Some of them turn to a different life in their dreams.
Death is a wall. And in life no one will know
The highest truth hidden behind this wall.
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For a sage, everyone is a mentor,
Who sometimes speaks the Truth!
It doesn't matter who, it doesn't matter how,
What matters is what comes out of your mouth!
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Don't hold back what's leaving
Don't push away what comes.
And then happiness will find you on its own.
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The world is ruled by violence, anger and revenge,
What else is more reliable on earth?
Where happy people in an angry world?
If there are, you can easily count them on your fingers!
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“What is it like in the other world? - I asked the sage,
Consoling yourself with wine in a corner of the cellar.
“Drink,” he replied. - The road there is long.
None of those who left have returned yet.”
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If I end up in hellfire with a smart guy,
Then I can probably live in hell.
God forbid you end up in heaven with a fool.
Avert such misfortune, O Almighty!
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Everything is natural in the world:
The evil you emitted
Will definitely come back to you!
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In this vicious circle - no matter what -
It will not be possible to find the end and the beginning.
Our role in this world is to come and go.
Who will tell us about the goal and meaning of the path?
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What's the use of interpreting
Who is clueless!
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Better to fall into poverty, starve or steal,
Than to become one of the despicable dishevelers,
It's better to gnaw on bones than to be seduced by passions,
At the table of the scoundrels in power.
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There is no other paradise
Except paradise - to live.
So know how, people,
This is paradise to love!
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When you go away for five minutes,
Don't forget to keep your palms warm.
In the palms of those who are waiting for you,
In the palms of those who remember you.
-
Wake up at least for a moment,
Just take a look once
How time is fierce and blind
Tramples us.
-
How can you be a naive simpleton -
Wait for the feast, forgetting about your empty wallet.
-
You went from rags to riches
But quickly becoming a prince,
Don’t forget, so as not to jinx it,
Princes are not eternal - dirt is eternal!
-
Those who have been beaten by life will achieve more.
He who has eaten a pound of salt values honey more highly.
He who shed tears laughs sincerely.
He who died knows that he lives!
-
If a mill, a bathhouse, a luxurious palace
A fool and a scoundrel receives a gift,
And the worthy goes into bondage for bread -
I don't care about your justice, creator!
-
To live your life wisely, you need to know a lot,
Two important rules remember for starters:
You'd rather starve than eat anything
And it’s better to be alone than together with just anyone!
-
How long will you please all sorts of beasts?
Only a fly can give his soul for food!
Feed on the blood of your heart and be independent.
It is better to swallow tears than to eat leftovers!
-
You will say: “This life is one moment!”
Appreciate it, draw inspiration from it.
As you spend it, so it will pass,
Don't forget, she is your creation!
-
Only those who are worse than us think badly of us.
And those who are better than us...
They simply have no time for us.
-
I wish I could mold my life from the smartest things:
I didn’t think of it there, I couldn’t do it at all.
But Time is our efficient teacher!
What a slap on the head! So I've become a little wiser.
About love
Passion cannot be friends with deep love,
If he can, then they won’t be together for long.
-
Love is always tender at the beginning.
Always affectionate in my memories.
And if you love, it’s pain. And with greed for each other
We torment and torment. Always!
-
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, And others - like a moment.
Either it will scorch with fire, or it will melt like snow,
What is love? “It’s all human!”
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!
-
I think it's better to be alone
How to give the heat of the soul to “someone”?
A priceless gift, given to just anyone,
If you meet your loved one, you won’t be able to fall in love.
-
Don't beg for love, loving hopelessly,
Don’t wander under your beloved’s window while grieving.
Like beggar dervishes, be independent -
Maybe then they will love you.
-
You better be alone
Than together with just anyone!
-
Lover, in the sorrows of love
Don't call the sky for help.
It, believe my words,
In love you are more powerless than yourself!
-
Happiness is given to the brave; it does not like the quiet ones.
You go both into water and into fire for happiness.
Both the rebel and the submissive are equal before God,
Don’t yawn, don’t waste your happiness.
-
Who needs peace from love there?
Consider them dead, certainly not alive,
The one who has never heard of love,
Consider him dead, certainly not alive.
About God
Why is the almighty creator of our bodies
Didn’t want to give us immortality?
If we are perfect, why do we die?
If they are imperfect, then who is the bastard?
-
Having sinned, there is no need to frighten yourself with hell,
There is no need to promise to become sinless, Khayyam.
Why does a merciful God need a sinless person?
The Almighty needs the sinner to forgive!
-
What God once measured out for us, friends,
It cannot be enlarged and it cannot be measured.
Let's try to spend the cash wisely,
Without coveting someone else's property, without asking for a loan.
-
Don't let me enter God's temple.
I am an atheist, God created me that way.
I am like a harlot whose faith is a vice.
Sinners would be glad to go to heaven, but they don’t know the roads!
-
Traps, pits on my way -
God arranged them and ordered them to go.
And he foresaw everything. And he left me.
And he judges! The one who didn't want to save!
-
Only God can understand the essence of God!
-
The actions of the creator are worthy of surprise!
Our hearts are filled with bitterness,
We leave this world without knowing
No beginning, no meaning, no end!
-
Everyone prays to God in their own way,
We all want to go to heaven and don’t want to go to hell.
Only a sage who comprehends God's plan
He is not afraid of hellish torments and is not happy about heaven.
Each of us is looking for our own meaning in life, has our own life values. But sometimes you have to “wander” for a long time in this life in order to understand what is more valuable, what is less, for what is worth sacrificing, for what is not. As long as we live, we learn as much, but often this learning comes down to negative life assessments (“ how few roads have been traveled, how many mistakes have been made»).
We don’t know exactly what Omar Khayyam looked like externally, we don’t know how he lived, we can only guess, because no lifetime images and evidence have been preserved, only partly, although the monuments stand and the memory of him does not disappear, despite time. But we can say with certainty how wise and talented this man was. He had his own view of life, but it was so similar to ours.
To write like this, you need to live life and feel it to its very depths. The poetry of Omar Khayyam makes the world see with different eyes, and may even change its outlook on life. His depth of thought is hidden in a simple, clear and easy presentation, and it is so attractive.
When I read his poems, I imagine a gray-haired sage, easy to talk to, but with deep sadness in his eyes. Judging by his work, his fate was not easy. I'm sure he was persecuted high society for his truth of life, which was the true truth. And disbelief in the Almighty arose due to the obvious injustice surrounding him.
Smart people are always misunderstood by “mediocrity”. It happened before, it still exists now. People like Khayyam lived according to the formula “ woe from mind". If “mediocrity” touched wisdom more often and understood true values, then it would be more interesting for those around them to live. But, unfortunately, there is so much of it around us. It's my opinion. Maybe you don't agree with me? It is your right.
I offered you my favorite rubai of Omar Khayyam. I don't know how you feel about his work, but for me his poetry is a source of wisdom. I advise you to “abandon yourself from this world” for a while, take a book with Khayyam’s poetry and read it alone. You will not regret!
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Omar Khayyam
Khayyam (Ghiyasaddin Abu-l-Fath ibn Ibrahim Omar of Nishapur) is a Persian poet-philosopher who has many fans in Europe and America, where there are even societies named after him.
Apparently, he was the son of a Nishapur weaver and tent seller and was born around a quarter of the 11th century, if not later. The circumstances of his early life and upbringing are unknown. There is a generally accepted story about how, around 1034, Khayyam was a schoolmate of the future Seljuk vizier Nizam Al-Mulk and the future founder of the Assassin sect Hasan Sabbah, how they swore friendship to each other and how Nizam Al-Mulk, having achieved viziership with Melik Shah, rendered protection to both comrades. This explains Khayyam’s receipt of the position of astronomer at the Sultan’s Observatory in Merv.
The oldest biography of Khayyam only testifies that Khayyam in philosophical sciences was equal to Ibn Sina (Avicenna), whom he read even before his death and whose “Greek science” he taught to others; he was an excellent mathematician-algebraist and astronomer, he knew history, philology and Muslim jurisprudence well; Sultan Melik Shah valued his company; The famous skeptic philosopher, nicknamed “the proof of Islam,” Sheikh Gazzaliy, asked him for scientific explanations. Khayyam's disciples were unpleasantly struck only by his harshness and bile.
Khayyam put his philosophical and poetic ideas into the form of rubaiyat (quatrains), which was introduced into Persian literature shortly before Khayyam and which was also used by Ibn Sina. In terms of content, Khayyam's rubaiyat turn out to be a direct continuation of Ibn Sina's rubaiyat, but in form - incomparably higher: they are distinguished by expressive conciseness and artistry, a deep elegiac feeling, and sometimes accurate, mocking wit. Since many of the newest lists contain rubaiyat that are not found in other lists, their total number reaches one thousand two hundred; the most generally accepted - about five hundred; in the oldest Bodleian list of 1461 there are four hundred and five, but, as shown by Professor Zhukovsky, even in this list there are at least eleven rubaiyat not belonging to Khayyam. The interpolations are explained by the fact that Khayyam's diwan, persecuted by the Muslim clergy, could only correspond in secret, and open criticism of the text was impossible.
In those Rubaiyat, the authenticity of which is less doubtful, Khayyam is a profound sage of elegiac mood. He is tormented by questions of existence; with sadness he points out that perhaps we are trampling under our feet not the ground, but the decayed brain of a wise and proud man or the cheek of a beauty; sadly states that both the birth and death of each person are completely unnecessary, and that a dull fate hangs over the Universe; in his bitterness, he sometimes asks reproachful questions to God himself and blames Him for the world's disorder. The solution to the problems of life that Islam offers seems to Khayyam full of contradictions, and Muslim ideas about afterlife with Muhammad's heaven and hell - funny; The Muslim clergy, with its narrow dogmatism and greed, arouses bilious anger and disgust in Khayyam. He is not satisfied with any of the positive religions, which in his eyes are neither higher nor lower than Islam. Khayyam, judging by other rubaiyat, sees the outcome for himself in Sufi mysticism, and, however, those Sufis who show hypocrisy and hypocrisy are just as disgusting to him as the ordinary Islamic clergy. Khayyam preaches the destruction of egoism, moral purity, the quiet contemplative life of a pantheist, warm love for the all-encompassing God, understood not in a dogmatic sense, but in the desire for the kingdom of the eternal, bright and beautiful.
In full accordance with these rubaiyat of Khayyam there is a biographical message according to which Khayyam, almost with his last breath, closed the philosophical book “Healing” by Ibn Sina in the section “On the One and the Many” and, having said a prayerful gratitude to God for knowing Him, died.
Many rubaiyat, pointing out the aimlessness of the world, the non-binding nature of the Koranic injunctions and the illogicality of Muslim heaven and hell, propose, on the contrary, a hedonic outcome; they advise to surrender without embarrassment to wine, love and the carefree enjoyment of life and sing the beauty of spring, awakening nature, which beckons to pleasure. Rubaiyat of this category are especially loved by most readers, both Asian and European, and are considered by them to be the most characteristic of Khayyam. Some people, with great stretch, want to interpret them mystically.
Modern commentators explain the mutual contradiction between Khayyam's rubaiyat by the assumption that they reflect different phases spiritual development author: the epicurean rubaiyat may relate to the early, young period of Khayyam’s life. Professor Zhukovsky holds a different opinion, finding that Khayyam’s so-called diwan is full of interpolations from other authors and that in eighty-two interpolated rubaiyat, forty-three percent is allocated to gloomy pessimism, and thirty-three percent to wine, love and pleasures.
Encyclopedic Dictionary of Brockhaus and Efron
Translation by Konstantin Balmont
* * * * *
The flow of times is fierce, danger is everywhere,
I am wounded and expect more and more wounds.
In the garden of creatures I am a shriveled rose,
The heart is drenched in blood, like a tulip.
* * * * *
If you are in the rays of hope, look for your heart, heart,
If you are in the company of a friend, look into his heart with your heart.
The temple and the countless temples are smaller than a small heart,
Throw away your Kaaba, look for your heart with your heart.
* * * * *
When I took the charm with my hand and drank light wine,
When, after another spell, the spell is drunk to the dregs,
The fire burns in my chest, and like a wave of light in the rays,
I see thousands of magics, the whole universe is visible to me.
* * * * *
This valuable ruby comes from a special mine here,
This pearl is the only one that shines with a special seal.
And the mystery of incomprehensible love is full of grace,
And she waits for a special language for the solution.
Translation by Ivan Tkhorzhevsky
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
I could have moved the wrong page...
* * * * *
There will be no us. And at least that’s something for the world!
The trace will disappear. And at least that’s something for the world!
We were not there, but he was shining and will be!
We will disappear... And at least that will help the world!
* * * * *
Night. Splash of stars. And they all fly
Like petals of radiance in a dark garden.
But my garden is empty! And the splashes are golden
We woke up in a cup... They were boiling sweetly.
* * * * *
What is there, behind the shabby curtain of darkness?
Minds are confused in fortune-telling.
When the curtain falls with a crash,
We will all see how wrong we were.
* * * * *
Spring. Desires sparkle with newness.
The alley shines through with delicate whiteness.
Trees bloom - Moses' miracle...
And Jesus breathes sweetly in the spring.
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
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?
* * * * *
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!
* * * * *
Drink! And into the fire of spring chaos
Throw away 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.
* * * * *
Youth has flown away - a fleeting spring -
To the underground kingdoms in the halo of sleep,
Like a miracle bird, with gentle cunning,
It curled and shone here - and is not visible...
* * * * *
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!
* * * * *
“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
You would find shining diamonds!
* * * * *
Life passes by like a flying caravan.
The halt is short... Is the glass full?
Beauty, come to me! Will lower the curtain
There is a dormant fog above the sleepy happiness.
* * * * *
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 streak.
* * * * *
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
They don’t reach the blue heights.
* * * * *
Who in the cup of life will sparkle with a drop, -
You or me? It will flash and disappear...
And the cupbearer of life is millions
Radiant splashes spilled and spilled...
* * * * *
There, in the blue sky lantern,
The sun is blazing: gold in the fire!
And here, below - on the gray curtain
Shadows pass in a ghostly game.
* * * * *
On the sparkle of days, clutched in your hand,
You can't buy secrets somewhere far away.
And here - a lie is a hair's breadth from the truth.
And your life is on the line.
* * * * *
At least you surpass your mentors in intelligence,
You will remain a blissful simpleton.
Our mind, like water, is poured into all jugs.
It is driven by the wind like smoke.
* * * * *
God created the stars, the blue distance,
But he surpassed himself by creating sadness!
Fluffy velvet will trample the death of hair,
She will fill her mouth with earth... And she is not sorry.
* * * * *
In a crown of stars is the great Creator of the Earth!
Do not exhaust, do not count in the distance
Radiant secrets - in the bosom of Heaven
And dark forces are in the pockets of the Earth!
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
Although my figure is slimmer than a poplar,
Although the cheeks are a fiery tulip,
But why is the artist wayward?
Did you bring my shadow into your motley booth?
* * * * *
One refrain of my wisdom:
“Life is short, so give it free rein!
It's smart to trim trees,
But cutting yourself off is much stupider!”
* * * * *
A gift willfully taken away - to what end?
A glimpse of the ghost of joy - why?
The faded shine and the most magnificent cup,
Split and abandoned - to what end?
* * * * *
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!
* * * * *
Live, madman!.. Spend while you're rich!
After all, you yourself are not a precious treasure.
And don’t dream - thieves won’t agree
Get you back out of the coffin!
* * * * *
What do I need heavenly bliss for later?
I ask now for cash, wine...
I don’t believe in credit! And what is the glory for me:
Right under your ear – drumming thunder?!
* * * * *
Wine is not only a friend. Wine is a sage:
With him, the misunderstandings and heresies are over!
Wine is an alchemist: transforms at once
Life's lead into golden dust.
* * * * *
As before the bright, royal leader,
As before a scarlet, fiery sword -
Shadows and fears are a black infection -
A horde of enemies is running before the wine!
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
Above the rose there is a haze, curly fabric,
A reverent tribute to the fleeing night...
Above the rose of cheeks is a ring of fragrant hair...
But the gaze flashed. The sun is on your lips... Get up!
* * * * *
My ardor is woven into these curls.
These lips are rose petals.
Wine brings blush to the cheeks. And these earrings -
The pricks of my conscience: they are easy...
* * * * *
You are drunk - and rejoice, Khayyam!
You have won - and rejoice, Khayyam!
Nothing will come and put an end to these nonsense.
You are still alive - and rejoice, Khayyam.
* * * * *
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:
“Put your mouth on it and you will see the bottom!”
* * * * *
I am near the wine like a willow near a stream:
A foamy stream waters my root.
So God judged! Was He thinking about anything?
And if I stopped drinking, I would have let him down!
* * * * *
Look and listen... Rose, breeze,
The nightingale's hymn, a hint of a cloud...
Drink! Everything disappeared: the rose, the trill and the cloud,
A silent breeze scattered everything.
* * * * *
Have you seen the earth... What is the earth? Nothing!
Science is an empty sieve of words.
Seven climates of change - all the same:
The result of unquenched thoughts is nothing!
* * * * *
The shine of the tiara, the silk turban,
I will give everything - and your power, Sultan,
I'll give the saint with a rosary to boot
For the sounds of the flute and... another glass!
* * * * *
In scholarship there is no meaning, no boundaries.
A flick of your eyelashes will reveal more secrets.
Drink! The book of life will end sadly.
Decorate the flickering pages with wine!
* * * * *
The entire kingdom 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!
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
I greedily inhaled all the aromas,
He drank all the rays, and desired all the women.
What's life? - The earthly stream flashed in the sun
And somewhere in a black crack he disappeared.
* * * * *
Prepare wine for wounded love!
Muscat and scarlet, like blood.
Flood the fire, sleepless, hidden,
And entangle your soul in string silk again...
* * * * *
There is no love in those who are not tormented by violence.
There is damp smoke in that twig.
Love is a bonfire, blazing, sleepless...
The lover is wounded. He is incurable!
* * * * *
To reach her cheeks - tender roses?
First there are thousands of splinters in the heart!
So the comb will be cut into small teeth,
May you float sweeter in the luxury of your hair!
* * * * *
The branches will not tremble... Night... I'm lonely...
In the darkness a rose drops a petal.
So - you left! And bitter intoxications
The flying delirium is dispelled and far away.
* * * * *
Until the wind carries away even a spark, -
Inflame her with the joy of the vines!
While at least the shadow remains of its former strength, -
Unravel the knots of your fragrant braids!
* * * * *
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.”
* * * * *
“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 the sweet one -
Here are two brilliant reasons to drink!
* * * * *
They tell me: “Khayyam, don’t drink wine!”
But what should we do? Only a drunk can hear
The hyacinth's tender speech to the tulip,
Which she doesn't tell me!
* * * * *
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!
* * * * *
Love at the beginning is always tender.
In my memories, she is always affectionate.
And if you love, it’s pain! And with greed for each other
We torment and torment – always.
* * * * *
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!
* * * * *
We bring life to love - the last gift!
The blow is placed close to the heart.
But even a moment before death - give me your lips,
O sweet cup of tender enchantment!
* * * * *
Our world is an alley of young roses,
Chorus of nightingales and chatter of dragonflies.
And in the fall? Silence and stars
And the darkness of your flowing hair...
* * * * *
“There are four elements. It’s like there are five feelings,
And a hundred riddles." Is it worth counting?
Play the lute, the lute’s voice is sweet:
In him the wind of life is a master of intoxication...
* * * * *
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...
* * * * *
You're not the only one unhappy. Don't be angry
By the tenacity of Heaven. Renew your strength
On a young breast, elastically tender...
You will find delight. And don't look for love.
* * * * *
I'm young again. Scarlet wine,
Give joy to your soul! And at the same time
Give bitterness both tart and fragrant...
Life is a bitter and drunken wine!
* * * * *
Today is an orgy - with my wife,
The barren daughter of empty wisdom,
I divorce! Friends, I'm delighted too
And I will marry the daughter of a simple vine...
* * * * *
Venus and the Moon have not seen
The earthly shine is sweeter than wine.
Sell wine?! Although gold is weighty,
The mistake of poor sellers is clear.
* * * * *
The huge ruby of the sun shone
In my wine: dawn! Take sandalwood:
Make one piece like a melodious lute,
The other one is to light it so that the world smells fragrant.
* * * * *
The dark hoop of days has bound our hands -
Days without wine, without thoughts about her...
Stingy with time and charges for them
The entire price of full, real days!
* * * * *
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 are burning. Where's the smoke?
* * * * *
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'll listen to the birds.
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
Empty happiness is an upstart, not a friend!
With new wine, I’m an old friend!
I love to stroke the noble cup:
His blood is boiling. He feels like a friend.
* * * * *
There lived a drunkard. Seven jugs of wine
It fit into it. It seemed so to everyone.
And he himself was an empty clay jug...
The other day I crashed... To pieces! At all!
* * * * *
Days are river waves in minute silver,
Desert sands in a melting game.
Live today. And yesterday and tomorrow
Not so needed in the earthly calendar.
* * * * *
How eerie on a starry night! Not myself
You are trembling, lost in the abyss of the world,
And the stars are in violent dizziness
They rush past, into eternity, along a curve...
* * * * *
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 magnolia aroma...
* * * * *
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!
* * * * *
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.
* * * * *
From the neck of a jug on the table
Wine is bleeding. And everything is in her warmth:
Truthfulness, affection, devoted friendship
The only friendship on earth!
* * * * *
Fewer friends! Same day by day
Extinguish empty sparks of fire.
And when you shake hands, always think silently:
“Oh, they’ll swing it at me!”
* * * * *
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:
Everyone will be thrown over dead into the fog.
* * * * *
The rose laughed: “Dear breeze
Tore off my silk, opened my wallet,
And the whole treasury of golden stamens,
Look, he freely threw it on the sand.”
* * * * *
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 there is a voice:
“I came with the rain and I will go with the wind.”
* * * * *
I ask: “What did I have?
What's ahead?.. I was rushing about, raging..."
And you will become dust, and people will say:
“A short fire broke out somewhere.”
* * * * *
How the rooster crowed 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.
* * * * *
The fish said: “Shall we swim soon?
It’s creepy in the ditch—it’s a cramped body of water.”
“This is how they will fry us,” said the duck, “
It’s all the same: even if there’s sea all around!”
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From edge to edge we are on our way to death.
We cannot turn back from the brink of death.
Omar Khayyam devoted himself to the study of life itself. He studied a lot scientific work in such fields as mathematics, astronomy, medicine, philosophy, but the world most of all remembers him as a poet, the author of rubai quatrains. Unfortunately, during Khayyam’s lifetime his extraordinary mind was not appreciated. They remembered him only in the 19th century, when world fame came to him.
In his rubai, Khayyam touches on questions about the meaning of life, chastity, happiness, love, friendship and, of course, his favorite drink - .
About life
- 1 -
Don't envy someone who is strong and rich. Sunset always follows dawn. Treat this short life, equal to a sigh, as if it was given to you on loan.
- 2 -
He who is beaten by life will achieve more. He who has eaten a pound of salt appreciates honey more. He who shed tears laughs sincerely. He who died knows that he lives!
- 3 -
“Hell and heaven are in heaven,” say the bigots. Having looked into myself, I was 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.
- 4 -
Everything is bought and sold, and life openly laughs at us. We are indignant, we are indignant, but we are bought and sold.
- 5 -
Do not mourn, mortal, yesterday’s losses, do not measure today’s deeds by tomorrow’s standard. Trust neither the past nor the future minute. Believe the current minute - be happy now!
About love
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Yes, in a woman, as in a book, there is wisdom. Only the literate can understand its great meaning. And don’t be angry with the book if, ignorant, you couldn’t read it.
- 7 -
Flowers in one hand, a permanent glass in the other, feast with your beloved, forgetting about the entire Universe, until the tornado of death suddenly tears off the shirt of mortal life from you, like rose petals.
- 8 -
Who is ugly, who is handsome - does not know passion. A madman in love agrees to go to hell. Lovers don't care what they wear, what they lay on the ground, what they put under their heads.
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Whose heart does not burn with passionate love for his beloved, drags out his sad life without consolation. I consider days spent without the joys of love to be an unnecessary and hateful burden.
- 10 -
Loving and being loved is happiness. You protect from simple bad weather. And having taken the reins of love together eagerly in your hands, never let go, even while living apart...
About wine
- 11 -
They say that drunkards will go to hell. It's all nonsense! If drinkers were sent to hell, and all women lovers followed them there, your Garden of Eden would become empty as the palm of your hand.
- 12 -
Heart! Let the cunning people, conspiring together, condemn wine, saying that it is harmful. If you want to wash your soul and body, listen to poetry more often while drinking wine.
- 13 -
A blooming garden, a girlfriend and a cup of wine - this is my paradise. I don't want to find myself in something else. Yes, no one has ever seen heavenly paradise! So let's take comfort in earthly things for now.
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But wine teaches the same wisdom; on each cup there is a vital inscription: “Place your lips - and you will see the bottom!”
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Wine is prohibited, but there are four but: it depends on who drinks wine, with whom, when and in moderation. Subject to these four conditions, wine is permitted to all sane people.