Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!.

Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements..

Old Khayyám, say you, is a debauchee;If only you were half so good as he!He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness,Great-hearted mirth, and kind adulter….

Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all with….

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness..

Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I ….

Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears..

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell..

How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours….

Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry..

You've seen the world, and all you've seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You've sprinted everywhere b….

And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the te….

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and ….

A drink is shorter than a tale.

You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more..

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies..

The unbeliever knows his Koran best..

The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots..

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 ….

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 qua….