22 ordspråk av Omar Khayyam
Omar Khayyam
A hair divides what is false and true.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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Ah make the most of what yet we may spend,
Before we too into dust descend
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, 'tis but a foolish scare; Heaven will be empty as this hand of mine, If none who love good drink find entrance there
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I sent my soul through the invisible,
some letter of that afterlife to spell;
and by and by my soul returned to me,
and answered, "I myself am Heav'n and Hell"
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I sent my soul through the invisible,
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Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
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My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life
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Oh, the brave music of a distant drum!
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So when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul Forth to your Lips to to quaff - you shall not shrink
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The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
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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.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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