Omar hayam what is important in life. Omar Khayyam - Wallpaper. Quotes and aphorisms of Omar Khayyam about love

The goal of the eternal movement of the worlds of the universe is us.
In the clear eye of reason, the pupil is instantaneous - we.
A flying circle of worlds looks like a bright ring.
On this swift ring there is an imperishable pattern - we.

For the worthy - there are no worthy rewards,
I put my belly for a decent glad.
Do you want to know if hellish torments exist?
To live among the unworthy is real hell!

The bull holds the Earth from time immemorial,
A potter molds a bowl from heads and hands,
Of the great kings and the last drunks.

Close the Koran, Freely look around.
And think for yourself ... Always share good
And do not remember evil. And in order to rise in soul -
Bend over to the fallen one.

To please God, it is useful to suppress the murmur.
To please people, a flattering whisper is useful.
I often tried to be cunning and cunning,
But every time my fate put the experience to shame.

The prohibition of wine is a law that reckons
Who is drunk, and when, and how much, and with whom.
When all of these clauses are met,
Drinking is a sign of wisdom, not a vice at all.

The big masters in office
There is no joy in life from many worries.
But go on: they are full of contempt
To all whose souls the worm of acquisition does not gnaw.

I asked the wisest: "What have you learned
From his manuscripts? "The wisest spoke:
"Happy is he who is in the arms of a tender beauty
At night from the wisdom of the book is far! "

Like the wind in the steppe, like water in the river,
The day has passed - and will never come back.
Let us live, my friend, in the present!
Regretting the past is not worth the trouble.

Blooming garden, a friend and a bowl of wine -
This is my paradise. I don't want to find myself in something else.
No one has ever seen heavenly paradise!
So for now, let us be comforted in the earthly.

Sing wine on the bank of a running stream

Shown not to drink to someone - maybe ...
Another - with whom, when and how many bowls to share ..
When the four conditions are all met,
Homo sapiens, of course, will drink.

I saw the builder that I was building housing,
He trampled on the clay with his feet and humiliated it.
And the clay said to him: "Take it easy! The hour is near -
Get the same number of kicks and your nature! "

May I burn in fire for a hundred years
Hell in a dream is not terrible;
I fear the chorus of the ignorant ungrateful.
Talking to them is worse than death to me.

We die once and for all.
Death is not terrible, but mortal suffering.
If this clay is a lump and a drop of blood
Disappear suddenly - no big deal.

Whose heart does not burn with passionate love for a dear, -
A dull age drags out without consolation.
Days without the joys of love
I consider it an unnecessary and hateful burden.

Live, madman! Spend while you are rich!
After all, you yourself are not a precious treasure
And do not dream: thieves will not conspire
Get you out of the coffin back.

Wine is not only a friend - wine is a wise man:
With him disagreements, heresies - the end!
Wine - alchemist: transforms at once
Life lead into golden dust.

Diadem glitter, silk turban -
I will give everything - and your power, Sultan,
I'll give the holy man - with a rosary to boot -
For the sounds of the flute and ... another glass!

You have no power over tomorrow today.
Your plans will scatter sleep tomorrow!
You live today if you are not mad.
You are not eternal, like everything in this earthly world.

On the roses, the glitter of New Year's dew is beautiful.
Beloved - the best creation of the Lord - is beautiful.
Should we regret the past, should we scold the sage?
Let's forget yesterday! After all, ours today is wonderful.

All who are old and who are young, who now live,
One by one they will be led into the darkness.
Life is not given forever. How they left before us,
We will leave; and for us - they will come and go.

Someone wise inspired me asleep:
"Wake up, you won't be happy in a dream.
Give up this business like death.
After death, Khayyam, you will sleep well! "

For a hundred years I lived without knowing a sin,
The Lord's grace is upon me;
I want to live on, sinning, -
Test his patience.

They say that drunkards will go to hell.
All nonsense! If the drinkers were sent to hell
Yes, all women lovers go there after them,
Our paradise garden would become empty as a palm.

Than for general happiness it is useless to suffer -
It is better to give happiness to someone close.
Better to tie a friend to yourself with kindness,
Than to liberate humanity from fetters.

We cannot find a shield from arrows that throws death:
And with the beggar and the king, she is equally cool.
To live with pleasure, live for pleasure,
Everything else - believe me! - only vanity.

The life-giving spring is hidden in the bud of your lips,
Let someone else's cup never touch your lips ...
The jug that keeps a trace of them, I will drain to the bottom.
Wine can replace everything ... Everything except your lips!

Oh sage! If god gave you a rental
To the musician, wine, trickle and sunset -
Don't grow mad desires in your heart.
If all this is there, you are immensely rich!

We are only dolls, rock twirls us, -
Do not doubt the truth of these lines.
He will give us some somersaults and hide
Into the casket of nothingness, only the time will come.

Living apart from the intoxicating vine is nothing,
Living apart from a melodious string is nothing.
No matter how much I delve into the affairs under the moon,
Pleasure is everything, the rest is nothing!

Fools regard me as a sage.
God knows: I am not who they think I am.
About myself and about the world I know no more
Those fools who diligently read me.

Do not waste yourself, oh friend, on grief,
On the stones of burdens, on patience.
Without knowing tomorrow, every moment
Give back guilt, love and pleasure!

What fate has decided to give you
It is impossible not to increase or subtract.
Don't worry about what you don't own
And from what is, become free.

You fear the deceit of the fleeing heavens.
You have no friends, and do not know your enemies.
Do not hope for tomorrow live today.
Try to become yourself for a moment.

Oh fate! You affirm violence in everything yourself.
Your oppression is unlimited, like the darkness that gave birth to you.
You give good to the vile ones, and sorrow to noble hearts.
Or are you not capable of good, or are you mad?

If the truth in the world is conventional, why ruin the heart,
You surrender yourself to sorrow, loving your sufferings.
Reconcile with what is, O sage. That which is eternal kalam
Predestined for all, will not change for you.

Why hoard good in the desert of being?
Who has lived among us forever? I have not seen such.
After all, life is given to us in debt, and then - for a short period,
And what is given in debt is not your property.

In vain do you blame rock for inconstancy;
That you are not at a loss, you do not even know.
If he were constant in his mercies,
You used to wait your turn until death.

Are you bypassed by the award? Forget it!
Days in a row rushing? Forget it!
The wind is careless, in the eternal book of life
He could have moved the wrong page.

The world is a moment, and I am in it - one moment.
How many breaths am I destined to take in a moment?
Be cheerful, live!
This perishable building has not been given to anyone for ever.

Egypt, Rome, China keep you under the thumb
Be the ruler of the world - your ultimate destiny
Nothing will differ from mine:
Three cubits of a shroud and an inch of damp earth.

Have some fun! Everything in the world is fleeting, my friend.
The spirit will part with the body forever, my friend.
These bowls of heads that we wear so proudly
They'll stick it on the pots, my friend.

Know only with people worthy of friendship,
Don't know scoundrels, don't disgrace yourself.
If the vile medicine pours you - pour it!
If a wise man gives you poison - accept it!

Do not be afraid, friend, of today's adversity!
Do not hesitate, time will erase them.
There is a minute, give it fun
And then what will come, let it come!

Since death will not give me mercy anyway -
Let the cupbearer give me a cup of wine!
Since life is short in this temporary world,
Sorrow for a mortal heart is unnecessary ballast.

We will hardly get into this world again,
We won't find our friends again.
Seize the moment! After all, it will not happen again
As you yourself will not repeat yourself in it.

If you can, do not worry about the running time,
Do not burden the soul with either the past or the future.
Spend your treasures while you're alive
After all, in that world you will appear to be indigent.

Do not frown over the blows of rock.
The discouraged person dies ahead of time.
Neither you nor I have power over fate.
Wise to come to terms with her. More use!

Be joyful, do not be sad in vain,
Be right on the wrong path.
And if in the end there is nothing, throw off the load of worries,
To walk your path easily.

Friend, two concepts should you solidify:
This is wiser than arguing, listening, talking! -
It's better not to eat anything than just horrible
It's better to be lonely than to be friends with just anyone.

Don't change what the kalam wrote.
We cannot increase our lot.
Do not expose yourself to longing and regret.
From them in vain torment of hearts.

Don't complain! The vale of sorrows is not forever,
And there is in the centuries the limit of the entire universe.
Your ashes on bricks will go and become
The wall of the house of future people.

Everything you've learned in the world is nothing
Everything that I have heard and said is nothing,
And all that was a witness is nothing
Everything that I bought so expensive is nothing.

Life is sherbet on ice, and sometimes it sucks wine.
Perishable flesh in brocade, dressed in rags -
All this to the wise man, believe me, is indifferent,
But it is bitter to know that life is doomed.

In a monastery with two doors, what, mortal, are you enriched with?
You, having tortured your heart in torment, are doomed to parting.
Truly blessed is only the one who did not come to this world.
Blessed is he who was not born as an earthly mother for life.

Don't be careless at the crossroads of days
And know: fate is worse than a robber.
Fate treats you to halva, -
Do not eat: she has a deadly poison in halva!

How long will I grieve about what has long been decided
And is it good for me to live my life by fate?
Whether I breathe out this breath or not - and I myself do not know
Well, hurry, pour me some clean wine into this cup!

If in our time the mind is both useless and harmful
And fate gives all the gifts to the ignorant and unreasonable,
Give me the cup that steals my mind; let me be stupid -
And fate, perhaps, will turn a favorable gaze on me.

If I were the creator - the lord of the universe,
I would cast down the ancient sky from its foundations
And he created a new one - one under which
All good wishes would be fulfilled instantly.

Say: who has not covered himself with sins,
You, glorified by good deeds?
I do evil, you repay me with evil, -
Tell me what is the difference between us?

You tame greed, live by yourself,
Contempt of reality for the works of fate!
Your five-day century will fly fast
Surrender to wine, songs and love!

You, who keep count of all earthly affairs, -
Among the ignorant be wise, be dumb,
To save eyes, tongue and ears,
Pretend to be dumb, blind, deaf here.

Who we are - Dolls on strings, and our puppeteer is the firmament
He leads his show in a big booth.
He will make us jump on the carpet of being,
And then he will put them into his chest one by one.

You teach: "The faithful in the holy paradise
Get drunk with the caress of the houris and wine "
What a sin now in love and drunkenness,
If we come to that in the end?

Do not share your secret with people.
After all, you do not know which of them is mean.
How you yourself do with God's creature
Expect the same from people.

Why torment yourself and bother,
Why wish too much.
What is destined will be with us.
No less, and no more we can take.

To those who carry news about the unknown,
Who went around the whole world - honor and honor.
But did they know more than us
About the world - about what it is?

For those who have been given the knowledge of secrets,
Both joy and sorrow - does it matter?
But if good and evil will pass without a trace,
Cry if you want - or drink wine.

A small drop of water merged with the wave of the sea.
A small handful of earth mixed with the finger of the earth.
What is your arrival in this world and what does your departure mean?
Where is all the midges that pushed and rang in the spring?

I am sick, my body is tormented by spiritual sickness,
Refusal of wine truly threatens me with death.
And it's strange that how many medicines and balms I didn’t drink -
Everything is bad for me! Wine alone does not harm.

Let there be a flaw in our knowledge, deception in postulates.
To languish fully, let us disperse fogs of doubt!
Better fill a wide bowl with wine
Let's drink and be merry - neither sober nor drunk.

Do not be afraid of the intrigues of the running time.
Our troubles are not eternal in the circle of existence.
Spend the moment given to us in fun,
Do not cry about the past, do not be afraid of the future.

From the book of being, I wondered about fate.
The wise man, hiding the sorrow of the soul in himself,
Said: "With you - the moon in the night, like a month, long
Be happy with her! What else are you looking for? "

In our despicable age, any friend is unfaithful.
Stay out of the crowd.
The one you relied on in life -
Look better - the enemy is in front of you.

In a moment, life flashes by.
Let this moment shine with fun!
Beware, for life is the essence of creation
As you carry it out, so it will pass.

For many years I have pondered over earthly life.
There is no incomprehensible thing for me under the moon.
I know I don't know anything! -
Here is the last truth I discovered

It is known that in the world everything is just vanity of vanities:
Be cheerful, do not grieve, there is a light on this.
What was, is past, what will be is unknown, -
So do not grieve about what is not today.

Throw off the burden of self-interest, vanity is oppressed,
Evil entangled, break out of these snares.
Drink wine and comb your curls cute:
The day will pass unnoticed - and life will flash by.

Of all those who have gone on an endless journey
Has anyone returned here?
So in this old caravanserai,
Look, don't forget something.

Better to fall into poverty, starve or steal
Than in the number of despicable dishes to get.
Better to gnaw bones than to be seduced by sweets
At the table at the bastards who have power.

How tired of these obnoxious bigots!
Give me some wine, saki, and here's what: lay
My turban in the tavern and my prayer rug:
Not only in words, I am the enemy of all these lies.

Think less about the evil of our fate,
From morning to evening, do not part with the cup,
Sit down to the forbidden daughter of the vine - she
His legal parent is more beautiful.

Where are the host of feasting here before us?
Where are the roses of red lips, daffodils of eyes?
Hurry, until the flesh is dust,
Like dust your flesh used to be a hundred times.

Don't let the melancholy in your chest boil
So that the thought possessed you about the violence of fate.
Drink wine on the bank of a running stream
Feast until your body is consumed by the earth.

Be cheerful in these moments in which you live
Love the moon-faced beauties, whose camp is similar to the cypress.
Since you are not here forever, try to be perfect
And rejoice if you find perfect friends in the world.

Alas, not many days have been given to us to be here,
To live them without love and without wine is a sin.
Do not think, this world is old or young:
If we are destined to leave, do we care?

Everything will pass - and the grain will not rise,
Everything that you have saved up will be lost for a penny.
If you don't share with a friend in time -
All your property will go to the enemy.

You will be in the company of proud learned donkeys,
Try to pretend to be a donkey without words
For everyone who is not an ass, these fools
They are immediately accused of undermining the foundations.

Since the truth eternally leaves the hands -
Don't try to understand the incomprehensible, friend.
Take the cup in your hands, remain an ignoramus,
There is no point, believe me, in the study of sciences.

Everything in the world is impermanent
Moreover, there are countless flaws in what is.
Consider everything that you do not see exists,
And all that you see here is ghostly.

To grieve about what? Is it all the same to me
Whether to live in need, in the hall is given to me.
I will fill the cup! After all, to any breath
Perhaps the last one is destined to be.

Kohl there is beauty, wine and changa ringing
And the bank over the brook branches is shaded,
No need for the best, let the world be called hell.
And if there is Eden, believe me, he is no better!

Since the mind is at a low price for us,
Since only a fool is completely serene -
I'll drown the rest of my mind in wine:
Maybe fate will smile at me too!

The Sheikh shamed the harlot: "You, dissolute, drink,
You sell your body to everyone who wants it! "
"I," said the harlot, "really am,
Are you who you say you are? "

We got into this world like a sparrow.
We are full of anxiety, hope and sorrow.
Into this round cage with no doors
You and I didn't come by our own will.

On the day they saddled the skies of the horse,
When the constellations were given their names,
When all our destinies were written into the tablets, -
We became obedient. Not our fault.

How tenderly the breeze kisses the cheeks of a rose!
How bright is the face of a friend, and a meadow, and a stream!
Don't talk about the past: what is the use of it now?
Be happy in the present. Look what a day!

From godlessness to God - one moment.
From zero to total - one moment.
Take care of this precious moment:
Life - neither less nor more - one moment!

Alas, the firmament is not favorable!
Whatever you want is the opposite.
The Lord does not bestow on the permissible,
The forbidden - and the devil does not give.

Drink boldly, friends! In the hour of merry pleasures
A pipe, hymns with potion and laughter will delight us,
As for Doomsday, it doesn't seem to be tomorrow.
Maybe they will forget our little sin? ...

Better to drink and caress cheerful beauties
Than to seek salvation in fasting and prayers.
If a place in hell is for lovers and drunks
Who do you command to be admitted to heaven?

Do not grieve that your name will be forgotten.
Let the intoxicating drink comfort you.
Before your joints fall apart -
Comfort yourself with your beloved by caressing her.

There are no husbands left to respect,
Only the wine continues to please me.
Do not pull your hand away from the handle of the jug,
If in old age there is no one to shake hands with.

Fill the ocean with pebbles
The saints want - a hopeless plan!
They frighten with hell, tempted with paradise ...
And where are the messengers from these distant countries?

Until the rock took over us
Let's pour some wine and have a good hour!
The star dome swirls inexorably
You look, water - and that will not give a sip.

I came to this world under duress,
I met with perplexity every day,
And now he is exiled, without understanding
Disappearance is the meaning and purpose of birth.

The circle of heaven blinds us with its brilliance.
We see neither the end nor the beginning of it.
This circle is inaccessible to our logic,
We are immeasurable by the measure of our reason.

You, whose villainy has no end in sight,
On the Day of Judgment, do not rely on the mercy of the creator!
God who has forgiven those who have not done a good deed,
Will not forgive the scoundrel who has done evil.

Who knows, friend, what awaits us tomorrow.
Let's forget the day of worries on the moonlit night.
Drink some wine, more than once
The moon will rise, but it will not find us.

When they tear out life's escape without pity,
When the body turns to dust forever -
Let a jug be made of this dust
And they will fill it with wine: a man will come to life!

Life will fly by, like one moment
Appreciate her, take pleasure in her.
As you spend it, it will pass,
Do not forget: she is your creation.

Have fewer friends these days, simpleton,
Be stingy on confessions, do not listen to flattering foes.
And look wisely - and you will see immediately:
The one whom you believed, he is your traitor, your enemy!

There is no point in constantly bothering yourself,
To deserve grace here on earth.
What is destined for you is what you get
And no more, no less. And there is nothing to wait!

I am doomed to suffer for the rest of my days
You are having more fun day by day.
Beware! Do not try to rely on fate:
She has a lot of cunning tricks in store.

Give free rein to all heart movements
Don't get tired of cultivating the garden of desires,
On a starry night bliss on the silk grass:
At dusk, lie down, at dawn, get up.

In this world of fools, scoundrels, hucksters
Ears, wise, shut up, sew your mouth securely,
Close your eyelids tightly - think a little
About the safety of eyes, tongue and ears!

The one who believes in his own mind from his youth,
He became dry and gloomy in pursuit of the truth.
Claiming from childhood to knowledge of life,
Without becoming a grape, it turned into raisins.

Woe, woe to the heart, where there is no burning passion.
Where there is no love of torment, where there are no dreams of happiness.
A day without love is lost: dimmer and grayer,
Than this day is barren, and there are no bad weather days,

If you seek pleasure all your life:
Drink wine, listen to chang and caress beauties -
All the same, you will have to part with it.
Life is like a dream. But you can't sleep forever!

Love is a fatal misfortune, but misfortune is by the will of Allah.
Why do you condemn what is always - by the will of Allah.
There was a series of good and evil - by the will of Allah.
Why do we need the thunders and flames of the Judgment - by the will of Allah?

Fate is merciless, our plans are ruining,
The hour will come and the body will leave the soul.
Take your time, sit on the grass under which
Soon you will lie down, not in a hurry.

Mercy, my heart, do not seek,
Do not seek the truth in a world where lies are valued.
There is still no cure for sorrow in this world.
Make peace - and don't look for cures for it.

We come sinless - and we sin,
We come merry - and we grieve.
Burning the heart with bitter tears
And we go to dust, scattering life like smoke.

Sacrifice yourself for the sake of your beloved
Sacrifice what is most precious to you.
Never be cunning, giving love,
Sacrifice your life, be courageous, ruining your heart!

From the spinning potter's wheel of times
The meaning was learned only by those who are learned and clever,
Or drunk, accustomed to the rotation of the world,
Absolutely not thinking in it!

Khayyam! What are you grieving about? Have fun!
You are feasting with a friend - be merry!
Nothingness awaits everyone. You could disappear
You still exist - be cheerful!

We didn't need food and sleep at all,
Until they blinded us from the four elements.
But everything that was given to us will be taken away unconditionally
And again we will become a pinch of gray dust.

I watched the circle spinning yesterday
How calm, without remembering ranks and merits,
{!LANG-f9a44bc82f963f5db3fe0e0b48951f15!}
{!LANG-68a7594e386e112ce8ec55c99388949d!}

{!LANG-44d37a4d4804b272ab72b0aa591bfd18!}
{!LANG-446778d9266c862f39b79db82408c97c!}
{!LANG-7856cf0d276723d5bb8d877e9ec2acd6!}
{!LANG-8a470ba3d0a69b632e838ff193809d71!}

{!LANG-d379a2fbffcab04362d3f26323e32875!}
{!LANG-d9af503a27dea81c10ee2e5fce53635a!}
{!LANG-f46b856d9ecf2006d9cbf4a642ed7762!}
{!LANG-15b10d3fdb56b43d1ed0f166041bdff3!}

{!LANG-ecbe6f3c421deda45c5293ef849df579!}
{!LANG-b846e93d1f3d52eed2d1369e052e903c!}
{!LANG-7c503acf76735a481e71723e9bd2a3d8!}
{!LANG-22c92f9f06c2f9f92dc1c021695d704a!}

{!LANG-516283846e0298d2b81f44c31d41f042!}
{!LANG-99582787a8366347282a7305173944ee!}
{!LANG-899c0c20984914a6473c9fd950a67e50!}
{!LANG-1b4534536fe09e4e850d992ecae52e5a!}

{!LANG-126bf17c3a2b32a7e38225e8ab4adf5c!}
{!LANG-fd24ae8657561449d3b7b737e90dd85a!}
{!LANG-1f66a618c442391164c4f29cdb227bd5!}
{!LANG-c0b71960cd575443ee7e9e3db55e75ef!}

{!LANG-b67105cc03e83400403395dfcc8db74a!}
{!LANG-d26e919c73f2a8057d419b529e57203d!}
{!LANG-6b79835b7729421b3652a3efc4c6a6ce!}
{!LANG-7834f504e0c41316fd1b3a46d91a6da4!}

{!LANG-cf79d46fc9e549bc85d34ecaf1c0b840!}
{!LANG-53ef04c0b17c8ca1eae8e2d9cb38f5e1!}
{!LANG-548bb15d83ca7526610b3c3f4f972201!}
{!LANG-04b32b1ec720f49e605858a5a6eb0a99!}

{!LANG-aa2f05da41dcd7dc7fde780e3a0931f2!}
{!LANG-eec6a137e8fe046b648cd00da348a3da!}
{!LANG-19b51bc30f8e72bdd88617e8d1b9f4be!}
{!LANG-fcfc0221e00f19aa6f1c58ea22c01a83!}

{!LANG-e8f07f950dae9149ab92688119f024aa!}
{!LANG-410557d382b0b6f342709ec59d91422e!}
{!LANG-e203cd8b9f383f362ac718cdebfbc8be!}
{!LANG-415950e19f6248ac5fd3aa017a9dead3!}

{!LANG-8d9eb7b52b1107777898269a158be0aa!}
{!LANG-aa9e27013b029cbbaa3358148a8b0ac1!}
{!LANG-523fcca8b13f15733cdf83353d108b08!}
{!LANG-0d26e79944edfda6fee1e4254948ec20!}

{!LANG-22376865285715ad31b594d68bd64f7e!}
{!LANG-ac94fc6e95ac7177fd23457e8797b428!}
{!LANG-3107dbb5dde37c26ffe42800bce7c28c!}
{!LANG-200fdfccde2874ffbde4ca077a95d410!}

{!LANG-8c7aeb36d96a25fc85f1dd46e39a6dc9!}
{!LANG-8d364ec43c300e20825616a0a0f2cbbd!}
{!LANG-e9b3a58ef66cffa0cf84942fd01bf3f3!}
{!LANG-f567a207816959a6a161c6dc1c40564c!}

{!LANG-0fd62463e24252231aa24a7fb4242464!}
{!LANG-d6b67f033da5d01cfa2b1193506ee347!}
{!LANG-f55875ac7478486147947c979d1cbb5b!}
{!LANG-07a41e1a44f6a3b6677447631098157d!}

{!LANG-70bb643f7ec122545a38fa44013b0eef!}
{!LANG-2b2ed7c833de79525bd7c789dce4e996!}
{!LANG-4ed05f9641a20e6cbc94929b43b3c926!}
{!LANG-55202891bc5bf494b9a151ec4badafe9!}

{!LANG-140a1432f55556e98f41451c3c9d3a49!}
{!LANG-8621d316fe74c20f4dbbffd1fd88a3cc!}
{!LANG-7a1b4066e3a5795736d2e9a9bd5cc6e4!}
{!LANG-1e5a834257fa5398e9c5a5ffba3399ac!}

{!LANG-ac3ee0847de4d5f2bd024dd0a7ca368b!}
{!LANG-a4cf817575299d8f0c921b1947136a02!}
{!LANG-d425d1e1ddf1f637f4bdb3afae68973f!}
{!LANG-c8f2684a723766fa347204d7b42f4051!}

{!LANG-12093ac2bed13e0e6a083eb7afe4e869!}
An impious, a troublemaker - indeed so!
I am who I am. And chat to yourself what you want:
I will remain Khayyam. Truly so!

Give me a jug of wine and a cup, my love,
Let's sit in the meadow with you and on the bank of the stream!
The sky is many beauties, from the beginning of life,
Has turned, my friend, into bowls and jugs - I know.

And I, gray-bearded, fell into the snare of love.
And now a sparkling glass sparkles in your hand!
A patient mind made me a robe of merit.
And my whimsical rock tore everything to shreds.

May the wine be inseparable with you!
Drink with any friend from any cup
Grape blood, for into black clay
Turns people blue sky.

The jug that gives water to the poor man today
The king was proud of his heart in other centuries.
From ruby \u200b\u200blips and cheeks of snow-white
A goblet is made that the drunkard's hand holds.

For love for you, let everyone judge you around
I have no time to argue with the ignorant, believe me.
Only husbands are healed by a love drink
And he brings a serious illness to the bigots.

There is neither heaven nor hell, oh my heart!
There is no return from the darkness, oh my heart!
And there is no need to hope, oh my heart!
And there is no need to be afraid, oh my heart!

O heaven, you don’t have a soul in scoundrels!
Palaces and mills and baths are in their hands;
And the honest one asks for a piece of stale cake for a loan,
Oh heaven, I would spit on you in my hearts!

Life is given to me for a period.
I will gladly return when it is time to return.

How long, because of the troubles of life, break their hearts?
You can hardly carry your sadness to the end.
Alas! Your affairs and mine are not in our hands,
And here submitting to fate is not better for a sage?

We do not understand the riddles of eternity - neither you nor I.
We do not know how to read the letters of obscure ones - neither you nor I.
We argue before a veil. But the hour will strike
The veil will fall, and we will not survive - neither you nor I.

Can't we find a place to rest here?
Or go forever this endless path?
Oh, if I hoped that in a thousand years
From the womb of the earth we will again sprout like grass!

How the cock rocked at dawn!
He clearly saw - the stars were out of fire.
And the night, like your life, was in vain
And you overslept and you don't know - you are deaf.

Drink with a wise golden age,
Drink with youth, smiling beautiful.
Drink, friend, but don't scream what you drink
Drink occasionally and secretly - in a happy moment.

You do not become a slave to the blessings of the world
Break the connection with fate - with good and evil.
Be cheerful this moment. After all, the dome is starry -
It will collapse too. Don't forget about that.

If you want to rest in blissful bliss
And at your feet this haughty world to see,
Switch to my faith, learn from me, -
Drink wine, but don't drink this bitterness of the universe!

The sky whispered secretly to me in a moment of prophetic insight:
"Orders of wrathful fate, do you think my orders?
Whenever I was dominant in all the deeds of life,
I would have stopped my aimless whirling long ago! "

How long do you bow your head before low?
Why are you circling like a fly over free food?
Eat one hard-earned cake in two days!
It is better to eat the blood of the heart than to eat someone else's bread.

Peace and life, and luminaries and constellations movement
I compared it to the lamp of the imagination.
The world is a lamp, and the sun in it is kindled flax,
We are in it - the shadows of the restless image.

Happy with a raven bone for lunch,
Well you are a hanger of low for so many years
Truly, your barley bread is better,
Than at the feast of the despicable - sherbet.

Kohl on Degas you have one cake
And you have the strength to bring yourself a jug of water,
What a need you despised to obey.
And to please the low, losing your honor?

No one defeated the threatening power of the sky
And he was not satisfied forever with the gifts of bread.
You boast early that you are safe and sound, -
They will also eat you when the need comes.

Everything will disappear. You look, there is only one wind left in the hands.
Everything that exists is doomed to destruction and decay.
Consider that existence now does not exist on earth,
There is something that is gone forever and that is not yet born.

Before you could not sleep, not drink, not be satisfied,
The elements made you need it.
But everything that they gave will be taken from you again
So that you can remain free, as before.

Freedom is found by the soul that has endured suffering.
Let the drop languish in the dungeon - it becomes a pearl.
Don't cry: if you are broke, wealth will return,
Let the bowl be emptied - again it will be full.

I am exhausted, crying without drying my eyes,
And you are drowning in delights, you are joyful at this hour.
But do not boast in front of me! - Rotation of the firmament
Hides much of the unexpected behind a dark veil from us.

The one who made cute beauties with a smile,
Who put suffering into a grieving heart,
If happiness did not give us - we do not grumble, do not cry,
For many he even deprived of hope.

The sea of \u200b\u200bthis life arose from hidden forces,
Nobody has drilled the pearls of disclosing the mystery yet.
Each century has its own sense - according to knowledge and understanding.
Nobody has yet explained the true essence of creation.

When would I pluck the fruit of hopes, oh life, from your branches,
Then, surely, I would have found the thread of the ball of my fate
How long to shout about the tightness of the dungeon of being,
To languish and not find doors to nothingness?

To be in the eyes is not water, but tears are destined,
Patience must be a friend to grief.
Or life should be long in the measure of suffering,
Or it should be short in the measure of life.

Sometimes someone goes ahead, I brazenly shouts: -
It's me! He boasts of wealth, rings with silver and glitters with gold -
It's me! But only he will tune things up - he is noble, you see, and rich
How death will rise from the ambush and say - It's me!

I decided not to forget the wine because of poverty,
Not in fear that they will scold the reveler.
I drank for fun. Well, now - something else:
You are in my heart, and I don't need to drink.

I cannot block the sun with roses,
I cannot reveal the secret of fate in words.
From the depths of my thoughts I fished pearls
But I can't drill it out of fear.

The sky piles up the mountains of suffering,
Barely one is born, the other is killed.
But the unborn would not be born
Whenever he knew what was threatening him here.

Blessed is he who has tasted freedom these days,
Bypassing grief, tears and adversity;
I was pleased with everything that Yazdan sent,
He lived with a pure heart, drank wine - not water.

On a long journey, caravans go, ringing bells.
Who told about the troubles that lie ahead of us?
Watch out! In this old bargain of greed and need
Don't throw anything, for you won't come back.

I came from heaven or hell - I don't know about myself,
I live the way I am - so it was fate.
A full goblet, an idol and a barat * in a flowering meadow by a stream;
These three - in cash to me, the promised paradise - in debt to you.

Who wrote the word of reason on the heart,
He did not waste a moment in vain.
He tried to win the grace of the Eternal -
Or he found peace of mind over a cup.

You ruined the earthly days for the sake of worldly blessings,
But remember the day of Judgment, look at your life.
After all, acquisitiveness ruined many before you.
And what befell them? Where are they all now?

My spirit is full of wanderings,
But as before, I have no money in the treasury.
I do not grumble about life. Although it was difficult
Wine and beauty all smiled at me.

Before experiencing the vicissitudes in full,
Let's drink some wine today.
What does the rotation of the firmament promise us tomorrow?
Perhaps water will not be given to us.

Hey, mufti, look ... We are smarter and more efficient than you.
No matter how drunk we are in the morning, we are still more sober than you.
We drink the blood of the vine, you are the blood of your neighbors;
Judge for yourself which of us is bloodthirsty and meaner than you.

The fire of my passion is high before you - so be it!
In my hands - bunches of fire juice - so be it!
You say to me: "Repent and you will be forgiven."
And if I am not forgiven, whatever happens to me! - so be it!

We were a drop and from the heat of passion
Appeared in the world - not by our power,
And if tomorrow the whirlwind scatters us,
Find at least a glimpse of happiness in the wine bowl.

You got half of the loaf for food,
You were warmed by a poor dwelling
You are nobody's slave and nobody's master, -
Truly lucky for you, buddy!

You seemed to be friends with me at first
But then she suddenly decided to be at enmity with me,
I did not despair that fate turned away:
What if you will still be nice to me?

If you would comprehend life, then from the darkness
And death would reveal its features to you.
Now you're on your own, but you don't know anything, -
What will you know when you leave yourself?

You foolishly let your life down the drain,
You have lost sight of your death, ignoramus.
You calculated events two hundred years in advance,
But fate did not ask for a reprieve.

You, who let your dear life down the wind
And with death he was sometimes disrespectful,
You have calculated your way in advance for two hundred years,
But I did not ask the rock for an hour's delay.

I am ready to meet death without fear.
It won't be better there than here, who knows?
Life is given to me for a period. I will gladly return
When it's time to return.

In moments He is visible, often hidden.
He watches our life closely.
God spends eternity with our drama!
He composes, stages and looks himself.

Hypocrites who boast of a saint's life,
The line is drawn between the body and the eternal soul.
I'll put a full cup of wine on the crown of my head
Even if the crown of my head is cut with a saw.

Let you live your life without severe torment - what next?
Let your life circle closed - what's next?
Let, blissful, you live a hundred years
And a hundred years more - tell me, my friend, what's next?