Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
Omar KhayyamI hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
Omar KhayyamAs far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
Omar Khayyam