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61 " Come, fill the Cup, in the fire of SpringYour Winter-garment of Repentance fling:The Bird of Time has but a little wayTo flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing "
― Omar Khayyám , رباعيات خيام
62 " When Allah created me, he knew that Iwould drink a lot of wine. So if I didn't, theomniscience of Allah would stand on its head. "
63 " وما دامت الحياة بهذا القصر فعلامَ الألم ومثوانا التراب ومجلسنا على العشب الذى غذّته أوصال الغابرين، وأكوابنا من الطين الذى اختلطت فيه رءوس الملوك بأقدام السوقة؟ "
64 " إذا سقاك الدهر كأس العذابفلا تبن الناس وقع المصاب "
65 " ماییم که اصل شادی و کان غمیم سرمایه ی دادیم و نهاد ستمیم پستیم و بلندیم و کمالیم و کمیم آیینه ی زنگ خورده و جام جمیم "
66 " 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! "
67 " ای آمده از عالم روحانی تفتحیران شده در چهار و پنج و شش و هفتمی خور چو ندانی ز کجا آمده ایخوش باش ندانی به کجا خواهی رفت "
68 " A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou. "
69 " ولاتذق نفسك مر الأسىفإنما اعمارنا للنفاذ "
70 " Why was I born, when will I die?Who can change the day of his birth,who has a say in the day of his death?Come, my beloved, I want to ask the spiritof the wine to make me forget that weshall never understand. "
71 " 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 Khayyam...Nor will I: ever write a word that fades in light, this I must be certain; else lay desolate at bight. <3 "
72 " The moving hand once having writ moves on. Nor all thy piety nor wit can lure it back to cancel half a line. "
73 " صاحب من الناس كبار العقولواترك الجُهّال أهل الفضول واشرب نقيع السمِّ من عاقلِ واسكب على الأرض دواء الجَهول "
74 " And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die, Lift not thy hands to it for help -- for ItRolls impotently on as Thou or I. "
75 " Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light "
76 " Be quiet, pain and sorrow! Let me find a remedy. I have to live, as once dead there is no memory. And I want to see my love and be with her. And I want to remember our being together. "
77 " Dawn filled the sky with roses. In thecrystal-clear air the last song of the nightingaledies. The smell of the wine weakens. This is the momentwhen fools dream of fame! How softis your hair, my beloved! "
78 " نلبس بين الناس ثوب الرياءونحن في قبضة كفّ القضاءوكم سعينا نرتجى مهربًافكان مسعانا جميعًا هباء "
79 " May your love for your belovedbe as great as the love of the bottle for the glass.Look, how one gives and one receives, lip againstlip, the precious blood of the grapes! "
80 " ای بی خبر این جسم مجسم هیچ استوین طارم نه سپهر ارقم هیچ است خوش باش که در نشیمن کون و فسادوابسته یک دمیم آن هم هیچ است "