Seize the Secret - Omar Khayyam (Powerful Life Poetry)
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 21 0
Omar Khayyam, c. 1048–1131, was a legendary Persian philosopher-poet who made significant contributions to algebra and helped to refine the calendar during the 11th Century.
To read his Rubaiyat (collected poems) is to listen in to a thousand-year-old conversation on how to endure, enjoy, and find beauty in the fleeting …
Quatrain 20 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 24 0
O Giver of faith's pearl, a precious core,
You've given a mine to a heart that's poor.
Nimrod, when he didn't give his heart to Khalil,
Gave it to a gnat, and thus lost his life.
Quatrain 19 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 24 0
O Master, do not sleep and forget us,
Do not see us different next year.
O night, if you do not look our way each night,
You will not see us without the morning's light.
Quatrain 18 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 36 0
O Wheel of Fortune, with your tricks and malice,
You've stolen the game from my heart's chessboard.
One day you'll see me on the celestial table,
As a moon, crafting bowls of wonder.
Quatrain 17 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 37 0
O morning breeze, bring us news,
Did you see that heart, fiery and fleet?
Did you see that heart, so passionate and consumed,
That burned a hundred thorns in its own fire?
Quatrain 16 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 34 0
O flowing tear, tell my heart's delight,
Of that garden, that spring, and that sight.
When you recall my nights, those nights of mine,
Don't think of my rudeness, my ill-timed line.
Quatrain 15 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 36 0
O One whom the moon, the night's companion, could not find
From your moon, the night wanderer receives gifts
Although the horizon is red with the glow of dawn
Your yellow face is still praised
Quatrain 14 from Rubaiyat of Rumi
By @hamed on December 13, 2024| 31 0
O One who is like the sun of tomorrow, come
Without you, the garden and its leaves are yellow
The world is full of dust and dirt without you
This gathering of joy is cold without you