Omar Khayyam's poetry

A Persian Muslim sage, mathematician, philosopher, and poet. He is said to have Arab origins. He was born in Nishapur, Khorasan, in Iran. He is the author of the famous quatrains:

The most beautiful translated poems in history by Omar Khayyam

Translated by: Ahmed Rami

I heard a voice calling in the morning

A caller from the tavern: The people's nap

Go fill the cup of paint before that

The cup of life fills the palm of fate

I feel within myself the bear of annihilation

Nothing has befallen me in life except misery

What a pity that my time has come and not

It allows my mind to solve the puzzle of the judiciary

Horizon and give me the cup is blessed with it

And reveal the secrets of the soul from its veils

He narrated my connections to her before

The wine is made from its soil

My days go by without lunch

As the wind blows in the valley

And you have not hidden the soul from worry

Two days: yesterday and tomorrow

Tomorrow is the afternoon of the unseen and today is mine

How disappointing the future is

I am not unaware until I see

The beauty of my world and my beauty

In my dream, I heard a voice called Ahab

Sleep is not as lacking as youth

Wake up, for sleep is a sign of ruin

And drink, and your abode will be a bed of dirt

The full moon has torn the rays of darkness

So take advantage of the time and give Madam

And be happy, for the full moon is after us

It applies to us in the strata of the grave

I will mourn death with flowers

My name will be erased from the record of existence

Bring me water for her, Mona Khatri

The end of the days is the length of prostration

Bring me to drink it, you nimble man

The face turns yellow with worries

And if it dies, then apply my lotion to the polish

My coffin was made of vine branches

If my bed is uprooted from its roots

The branches become dry

So mold the vessel for wine from my clay

And fill it, the soul delights in my corpse

I wore the dress of living and was not consulted

I was torn between various ideas

And the dress will be cleaned from me

I understand why I came, where the headquarters is

We move on and the satisfied life remains

Our past traces are erased

Before we lived and after us

This world is as it is

The hand of fate has folded the book of youth

And those damp branches became clear

The boy's bird caught up and disappeared

When did he come? Oh my eagerness. Where did he miss?

Time does not give what we hope for

And for the sake of despair, what do we do?

We are in this world with its worries

We are being led by a sharp and hastening response

A light-shadowed horizon this magic

And give it a sharf and nag the string

Sleeping does not prolong one's life

Shortening your lifespan and staying up late

Drink, and your abode is the good dirt

Without a sociable lover or boyfriend

And the fragrance of living was inhaled at dawn

Roses do not flourish after wilting

How much time has pained a stabbed heart

And I surrender my soul, sad and sad

And none of those who missed us will return

I ask him about the condition of the departed

O eternity, you have multiplied calamities and devastation

You branded all people with bad torment

Oh, how much essence you have in you

It would be clear if this dirt was dug up

How long the night passed after the day

This orbit extended to the star

So walk slowly, this is dust

From the eyes of the Ahurar witch

Where is the tolerant Nadim? Where is the patience?

My wounded heart was consumed with worry

Three of them are the most beloved to sperm

A cup, tunes, and a bright face

Our souls are satisfied with the desire to drink

Our souls are redeemed from the torment

We draw the spirit of this world

And we seek refuge from Him as one who seeks and seeks peace

O soul, what sorrow and distress

Sin has occurred and caution has been lost

Has anyone tasted the sweetness of forgiveness except the one?

He sinned and God pardoned and forgave

We wear the garment of hypocrisy among the people

We are in the grip of the judiciary

How much we sought to find an escape

All our efforts were in vain

The souls did not open the door to the unseen

Until you see how hearts get tired

How miserable is the heart that has not struggled

He healed until the engagement broke him off

Treat yourself as a loyal stranger

And cut off the family who does not pay back

And pardon a fault that has no cure

And drink the poison's fins if you recover

Be kind to enemies and friends

The most beautiful heart is purity

And forgive your friends for their mistakes

Forgive enemies and erase hostility

Tenth of the people with great minds

On the side of the ignorant are the curious

And drink the infusion of poison from a sane person

And pour the medicine of ignorance on the ground

O one who abandons alcohol, why do you blame?

Leave me to my Lord, the Forgiving, the Merciful

And do not brag about your abandonment of paint

Then you are a sinner and a sinner

Quench the burning of the heart with a cold drink

Days are like clouds

And our life is a phantom of imagination

Get your share of it before you run out of youth

The garden of your days grows trees

How can you not reap the juicy fruit?

Drink this day if you manage

Nights that fate did not prepare for him

The Rawdah rug was covered with the palm of the clouds

So go out and bring me a drink

This greenery is after us

They grow on our bodies in the dirt

Even if the grass grows near the brook

He covered the earth with a bright carpet

So walk slowly over it. that it

He was nourished by the affections of a beloved lover

O soul, the burden of sadness has oppressed you

Oh soul, you can separate from the body

Pick the sperm flowers before

The freshness of art dries up from your living

It's nice to sip wine in spring

And spreading the flowers of the hills is lost

It is torture to complain to a seducer

On the edge of the fertile, lush valley

Do not repent from craving this drink

You will not regret it after repenting

How do birds of prey wake up?

Friendliness and kindness, turning a blind eye

The trappings of the world are the basis of pain

And the seeker of the world is always remorseful

So be mindful of her matter

Everything in it is misery and illusion

The happiest of people are those who are inquisitive

Who abandons people and accepts a few

Like a phoenix in the dark

Not an owl scowls among the trees

He who counts money loves semen

He cultivates the land wanting to get rich

He leaves the world without being tested

Such are the conditions of this world

The water of annihilation ran through my tender body

The flames of misery swept through my soul

I fell like the wind until it dispersed

The dust of my body is the storms of judgment

O you who are at a loss to understand your power

The soul seeks the fever of your obedience

Sin intoxicated me, but I...

I woke up with hopes in your mercy

I did not drink alcohol to be happy

I was not invited by any lack of manners

But my feeling is conflicted

Releasing myself was the whole reason

I spent my life concealing the judiciary

And revealing what is hidden in secret

I did not find its secrets and it passed

My life and I felt the bear of annihilation

He prolonged the people of insightful souls

Their thinking about your capable self

O Lord, you have not removed their understanding

Confused like this confused star

He gained nothing from my life

And the universe will not mind that I am exterminated

I was confused by what someone told me

What a ignition of the soul! How to die down?

If my life ends and the time has come

The door of hope was closed in my face

The bitterness of life drank in his cup

So he poured it out for death, the foot of eternity

If I am not sincere in obeying you

I covet your mercy

The only thing that intercedes for me is that I...

I have lived without being involved in your loneliness

O Lord, provide the means of livelihood for me

And do not let me taste the favor of the Favorite

And keep me awake so I can see

My soul has been saved from its affliction

I spent my life anticipating death

I did not taste the taste of our God in life

And I fear that it will end

I have never left this trouble for my life

The disease has not left my sick heart

I did not achieve my goal and it was time to leave

I died while I was ignorant

The book of this age has all its chapters

The day is clear for you and the breeze is clear

And the tears of the clouds roamed among the flowers

And the nightingale returned its melodies

He says, "Come on, have fun and let go of your worries."

The shield does not prevent the arrow of term

And the money does not pay him back if he goes down

Everything in our lives is fleeting

Nothing remains but good work

God knows everything you conceal

He knows what you hide and what you reveal

If you deceive people, you cannot

Deceiving those who fold and those who publish

But by death, everyone is hostage

So rejoice, for you are not among the immortals

Drink and do not bear great sorrow

Leave the burden of worry to those who follow

I saw a potter whose mill was turning

It is found in the formulation of the wines

As if he was mixed in her mud

The Shah's skull with the leg of the fakir

People have passion and vanity

And the temptation of the storm and dwelling in palaces

If the veils were removed, they would be clear to them

The trappings of the world and the afterlife

The one in whom loyalty becomes familiar

He does not keep affection and the pledge of brotherhood

He interacted with people suspiciously

Of them and do not have many friends

The dew increased on the flowers until tomorrow

Bent over from carrying the dewdrops

And the sleeve has gathered its leaves

He remained a master in the blossom of lordship

And the happiest of creation is the one who is provided with

And its door is immediately closed

There is no master or servant among them

To them but absolutely meek

My heart is in my chest, a prisoner

Ten water and mud put him to shame

How I was determined to destroy it

The call of certainty was stopping me

The lamp of my heart draws light

From the rising of the clouds are luminous creatures

But I am like the bed that

He seeks light and within it is annihilation

It is my nature to enjoy beautiful faces

And he wanted me to drink the freedom of the debt

So gather the pieces of luck and enjoy them

Before the palm of time enveloped you

The succession of days brings the term short

And its bitterness covers you like a log

She will perish in her hatred

So he relished what he had seized in joy

Don't worry about the past

Nor will life come too soon

And take advantage of the present for its own sake

Nights are not inherently safe

It was said that at the gathering there will be a reckoning

God becomes angry and severe in punishment

And the Most Merciful does not include anything but Him

Attaining goodness and granting reward

The one who filmed me knew

In the unseen, what I have reaped and what I have sinned

How can he reward me for being me?

I committed a crime and the crime is a final judgment

Bring me a cup of pure plaster to drink

And sing me a tune with the bulbul

The pitcher is just pouring it

He tells the trickling of water in the stream

The wine in the cup is a cute fantasy

She has a gentle soul inside her

Remove the heavy shadow from my seat

Wine has a slight shade

Ndimi's door with clear folds

And between us there is an elegant blossom and comfort

And the pearls of its shells emerged

The horizons faded as the morning broke

The fire of passion prevents a good dream

Peace of mind and delicious food

And lukewarm love is weak

The flame is extinguished. The flame is hidden

The heart is exhausted by the love of beauty

And the chest is tight with what cannot be said

Oh Lord, does this satisfy your thirst?

The water was flowing in front of me

You created me, O Lord, from water and clay

And you made me whatever you wanted, in glory and humility

What is my fraud and what happened?

I wrote it, O Lord, on the forehead

Oh my heart, this is a world of imagination

Do not groan under heavy worries

He handed over the matter and erased that

The handwriting of fate is impossible

But we are the softness of judgment

He moves us in the Tablet wherever He wishes

And everyone who finishes his role

He is thrown into the courtyard

I saw a row of secret dragons

Between them was a whisper of a conversation that had taken place

It is as if she is asking: Where is that?

We have made, sold or bought

The calamity spread and assassinated the people of the graves

Until they became scattered remains

Where is the paint you leave me absent?

I don't know about living until the end

If death gives me a cup of doves

After me, the field of Madam included you

So spread out my place for me and drink

In remembrance of one who became a hostage of stoning

From the garden of flowers, the veil has been uncovered

And in my heart there is comfort for a drink

Do not sleep, the sun is still setting

Its radiance is above the hills and hills

How many people are asleep on the back of the earth?

How many seconds are under the throat?

And wherever I cast my eyes, I see

A mourner or a rush to the bathroom

O Lord, in Your understanding humans are keen

The helpless and the powerful fall short

You send out your desires and appear to them

They are without hearing or sight

There is a war of debate between me and myself

And you, my Lord, are extremely impossible

I am waiting for forgiveness, but...

Ashamed of your knowledge of bad actions

The hand of dawn split the curtain of darkness

So he got up and handed me Madam’s soap

How many greetings we make to him

We do not have the ability to return peace

Those who drink the cup and they are sad

They stayed up all night while prostrating

Drowned and bewildered in seas of infinity

God is awake, and those around us are heedless

We were like a drop in a cloud

We lived and became a speck in the dust

We came to earth and left as it were

Ants crawled on it occasionally and disappeared

I do not reveal the secret to anyone high or low

I will not elaborate until it becomes clear

I don't have the strength to explain it

And in the folds of the chest there is a hidden secret

I prefer these searching eyes

To have lunch in her company, Sahidh

Breathe in the morning and get up before it

Our lifeless breath deprives him

Is there something wonderful in the field of stillness?

Sweeter than the cup and the spring blossom

I wondered if the vintner would buy

His money is better than what he is selling!0

My heart fell into paint and grains

And I strain my ears to hear the psalms

If the potter molds from my clay

A cup and drink it cold

O pretender of asceticism, I am more generous

From you, and my mind is drunk and wiser

You drain the character and I cannot draw water

Except the blood of the generosity, which is sinful

Wine is like roses and a cup of wine

It healed and was like a melted rose

As if the full moon scattered its light

He had a veil around the sun

Do not think that I fear time

Or fear death when death comes

death is a right . I am not afraid of response

But I fear it is too late

There is no goodness in the world other than drink

There is no sound in it other than the psaltery

I thought about her condition but I couldn't find anything

I enjoy it more than meeting friends

Live content and abandon the causes of pain

And be just with the oppressor, no matter how unfair he is

The end of the world is annihilation, so live

He was free in it and considered it a non-existence

Do not hope for the fulfillment of resident vinegar

You are only showing off in the world

Bear the disease and do not seek

He has a cure and is alone in misery

Today is a good time for youth

The soul was pleasant and the drink was delicious

Do not call the cup of enameled bitter

The livelihood therein is good

This life is not an eternal life

I don't care whether it's new or old

We will leave the world alone

We miss out on moments of bliss

An inevitable temptation that tempts the soul with the tenderness of hope

The specter of misery terrifies the mind

Bring it to water, I don't know if

I held my breath and cleared the air

Your world is passing hours

What follows is an eternity of fate

Do you sell a mole, you ignorant person?

And you buy the world of misery and misguidance

O you who forgot the Fire on the Day of Judgment

And she abstained from drinking the water of the dead

I fear if the winds of destruction blow

You must get rid of the dirt

Oh heart, how miserable you are with this existence

And every day for you is a new concern

And you, my soul, what have you done?

Myself and you are far away

The days of this life were scattered

Leaves scattered around the trees

Enjoy the world with its pleasures

Before you shed the hand of fate

Do not desolate the soul with fear of doubts

And gain from the present the security of certainty

He was equally rich in wealth

Tomorrow and the past for thousands of years

I passed the potter in the morning

The cup of wine is made of clay

He extended her supplication and she said to him

Have you deprived yourself of mercy?

If I had a choice or had a choice

The key to the locked door of fate

You would have chosen me over the world of sorrow

I did not go down and I did not leave

I landed this living in others

I lived an inactive life there

He does not give me what I want

Where are the storms of menon from me?