0 thou who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the road I was to wander in Thou wilt not with predestine'd evil round Enmesh and then impute my fall to sin.

— Omar Khayyam

A book of Verses underneath the Bough A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh Wilderness were Paradise now!

— Omar Khayyam

Ah, love! Could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire Would not we shatter it to bits - and then Re-mold it nearer to the heart's desire!

— Omar Khayyam

Ah, Love!! Could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits - and then Remold it nearer to the Heart's Desire?

— Omar Khayyam

Ah, take the cash and let the credit go.

— Omar Khayyam

Ah, take the Cash and let the Credit go Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

— Omar Khayyam

All this of Pot and Potter - Tell me then Who is the Potter pray and who the Pot?

— Omar Khayyam

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky Thereunder crawling coop'd we live and die Lift not your hands to it for help - for it As impotently moves as you or me.

— Omar Khayyam

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 temple lost outright.

— Omar Khayyam

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

— Omar Khayyam