Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
Omar KhayyamI hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
Omar KhayyamWe are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us ... I'm just not up to us ... One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one - will remember forever. Another life donation - do not understand.
Omar Khayyam