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I hide my distress, just likethe blessed birds hide themselveswhen they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and yourindifference to my sadness, my loved-one!

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Omar Khayyam
Age: 83 †
Born: 1048
Born: May 15
Died: 1131
Died: December 4
Astrologer
Astronomer
Lyricist
Mathematician
Musician
Philosopher
Physicist
Poet
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Omar Khayyam
Hakim Omar Khayyám
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Distress
Loved
Preparing
Dies
Birds
Music
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Sadness
Rose
Wine
Blessed
Roses

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To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
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We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us ... I'm just not up to us ... One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one - will remember forever. Another life donation - do not understand.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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Tomorrow! - Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.
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Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin'd Hour and went his way.
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The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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