Quotes and Aphorisms 16.09.2017
Dear readers, today I invite you to a philosophical conversation. After all, we are talking about the statements of the famous poet and philosopher Omar Khayyam. The poet is considered one of the greatest minds and philosophers of the East. Composing aphorisms about life with meaning, Omar Hayam wrote short quatrains- rubai. It is interesting, however, that during his lifetime he was much better known as an astronomer and mathematician.
Before Victorian era they knew about him only in the East. Because of the open-mindedness long time Khayyam the poet and Khayyam the scientist considered by different people... A collection of quatrains, Rubayat, was published after the death of the author. Europeans read the hacks in the translation of the English naturalist and poet Edward Fitzgerald. According to writers, Hayama's collection of poems includes more than 5,000 works. Historians are cautious: experts say that only 300 to 500 verses belong to Khayyam.
The philosopher subtly felt life and accurately described the characters of people. I noticed the peculiarities of behavior in different situations... Despite the fact that he lived many years ago, Khayyam's sayings and thoughts are still relevant, and many sayings have become famous aphorisms.
And now I invite you, dear readers, to take subtle pleasure from poetic wisdom and the wit of aphorisms and quotes of the great thinker Omar Khayyam.
Quotes and aphorisms of Omar Khayyam about love
The poet could not ignore the eternal theme of the relationship between men and women. Sincerely and simply, he writes:
Days without the joys of love
I consider it an unnecessary and hateful burden.
But idealism is alien to Khayyam. Love throwing describes several lines:
How often, making mistakes in life, we lose those whom we value.
Trying to please strangers, sometimes we run away from our neighbors.
We exalt those who are not worthy of us, but we betray the most faithful.
Who loves us so much, we offend, and we ourselves are waiting for an apology.
The poet also thought a lot about how true closeness and love between people is manifested:
Giving yourself doesn't mean selling.
And sleeping next to it doesn't mean sleeping.
Not to take revenge does not mean to forgive everything.
Not being close does not mean not loving.
Physical distances in the distant past meant more than they do now. But mental alienation can still be the same. Soul connoisseur oh eternal problem families, seducing husbands, said briefly: "You can seduce a man who has a wife, you can seduce a man who has a mistress, but you cannot seduce a man who has a beloved woman."
At the same time, the philosopher admits:
A weak person is an unfaithful slave of fate,
I am the shameless slave exposed!
Especially in love. I myself, I am the first
Always unfaithful and weak to many.
About the ideal female beauty Khayyam wrote on behalf of the men:
You, whose appearance is fresher than wheat fields,
You are a mihrab from the temple of paradise, a mile away!
At birth, your mother washed you with ambergris,
Mixing a drop of my blood into the scent!
Surprisingly, more than ten centuries have passed since the time when these lines were written, and the actions of the lovers have hardly changed. Maybe that's why the witty quotes and aphorisms of Omar Khayyam are still so popular?
Quotes by Omar Khayyam about the joy of life
During the life of the scientist in the Islamic world (within the modern borders from Azerbaijan to India), religion in literature imposed severe restrictions on the description of love. For more than thirty years, there has been a strict ban on the mention of alcohol in poetry. But the philosopher seems to be laughing at the imams. The famous verse is broken down into aphorisms.
We are told that in the booths of paradise we will catch the wondrous houris,
Blissfully delighting yourself with the purest honey and wine.
So if then by the Eternal in the holy paradise allowed,
Is it possible in a fleeting world to forget beauties and wine?
However, the notorious wine of Khayyam is not so much alcoholic as a symbol of the joy of life:
Drink! And into the fire of spring commotion
Throw away the dark cloak of winter with holes.
The earthly path is not long. And time is a bird.
The bird has wings ... You are at the edge of darkness.
Wine is also a way to comprehend the wisdom of ordinary, at first glance, phenomena and images:
Man is the truth of the world, the crown is
Not everyone knows this, but only a sage.
Drink a drop of wine so that it doesn't seem to you
That all creations are one sample.
Although the main thing is still the ability to enjoy life:
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.
The main feature of the sage's works is integrity without the currently fashionable conflict. A person is not only holistic, but also affects the environment:
Only in the sky the dawn will be barely visible,
Pull the juice of an invaluable vine from the bowl!
We know the truth is in the mouth bitter people, –
So, it means that we should consider wine as the truth.
This is the whole of Khayyam - he suggests looking for the meaning of life in its endless manifestations.
Omar Khayyam's aphorisms about life
This is the essence of philosophers - to constantly reflect on what is happening around and be able to express it accurately and succinctly. Omar Khayyam expounded a very unusual view:
And the nights gave way to days
Before us, oh my dear friend,
And the stars did it all the same
His circle is predetermined by fate.
Ah, hush! Go carefully
To the dust under your feet -
You trample on beauties,
Remains of their wondrous eyes.
Khayyam is wise also in his attitude to death and suffering. Like anyone a wise man he knew that there was no point in regretting the past and that in constant expectation better happiness also not found.
Do not curse your heavens for suffering.
Look at the graves of your friends without sobbing.
Appreciate this fleeting moment.
Don't look at yesterday and tomorrow.
And about different perceptions life he wrote:
Two people looked through one window. One saw rain and mud.
Another - foliage green ligature, spring and blue sky.
Two people looked through one window.
And, of course, all the basic laws of the universe were obvious to him, which even now indicate that the best thing in life is to do good:
Do not do evil - it will return like a boomerang,
Don't spit in the well - you will drink water,
Don't insult someone below the rank
What if you have to ask for something.
Do not betray your friends - you cannot replace them,
And do not lose your loved ones - you will not return,
Don't lie to yourself - with check with time,
That you are betraying yourself with this lie.
The philosopher considered work to be the main thing, and position in society, wealth and social benefits only transitory attributes. Of swagger, he wrote:
Sometimes someone proudly throws their glances: "It's me!"
Decorate your outfits with gold: "It's me!"
But only his affairs will go well,
Suddenly death emerges from an ambush: "It's me!"
In the fleetingness of being, the poet appreciated humanity, the ability to concentrate on his tasks:
Do not envy the one who is strong and rich,
Dawn is always followed by sunset.
With this life, short, equal to the breath,
Treat as given to you for a rental.
Omar Khayyam was able to relate to many things with humor:
When I lay my head under the fence,
Into the clutches of death, like a bird in the grip, please -
I will: make a jug out of me,
Introduce me to your revelry!
Although, like wine, the poet's revelry and joy cannot be understood only literally. Rubai contains several layers of wisdom.
Reflections on God and Religion
Due to the peculiarities of the worldview of the East of that time, Khayyam could not ignore religion.
God is in the veins of days. All life is His game.
It is made of mercury - living silver.
It will shine with the moon, silver with a fish ...
He is all flexible, and death is His play.
Omar Khayyam went for a long time to understand God. God, according to Khayyam, is very different from the Christian trinity of Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
In moments He is visible, more often hidden.
Watching our life closely.
God spends eternity with our drama!
He composes, stages and looks himself.
Strictly speaking, in Islam, from the Trinity, only the Holy Spirit is present. According to the Qur'an, Jesus, or rather Isa, is one of the greatest prophets. Their scientist frankly did not like:
Prophets came to us in droves
And they promised light to the dark world.
But they are all with their eyes closed
They descended into darkness, one after another.
Although the philosopher participated in the upbringing of children of noble families, he did not leave behind theological works. The fact is all the more surprising because for 10 years of work in Bukhara, the scientist released 4 fundamental additions to the geometry of Euclid and 2 works on astronomy. Apparently, Theosophy remained outside of his interests. His humorous verse speaks of his attitude to the cult of religion:
I enter the mosque. The hour is late and dead.
I’m not in a thirst for a miracle and not with a prayer:
Once I pulled the rug out of here,
And he was worn out. It should be different ...
The image of the great poet of the East, Omar Khayyam, is covered with legends, and his biography is full of secrets and mysteries. The ancient East knew Omar Khayyam primarily as an outstanding scientist: mathematician, physicist, astronomer, philosopher. V modern world Omar Khayyam is better known as a poet, the creator of original philosophical and lyrical quatrains - wise, full of humor, slyness and insolence of the Rubai.
Rubai is one of the most complex genre forms of Tajik-Persian poetry. Rubai's volume is four lines, three of which (rarely four) rhyme with each other. Khayyam is the consummate master of this genre. His rubai amaze with the accuracy of observation and the depth of comprehension of the world and the human soul, the brightness of images and the grace of rhythm.
Living in the religious east, Omar Khayyam thinks about God, but resolutely rejects all church dogmas. His irony and free thinking were reflected in the rubye. He was supported by many poets of his time, but for fear of persecution for free-thinking and blasphemy, they also attributed their works to Khayyam.
Omar Khayyam is a humanist, for him man and his spiritual world are above all. He appreciates the pleasure and joy of life, pleasure from every minute. And his style of presentation made it possible to express what could not be said out loud in plain text.
Great about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: another work will captivate you more if you look at it up close, and another if you go further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of greasy wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which fell through.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most tempted to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen sparkles.
Humboldt W.
Poems work well if they are created with spiritual clarity.
Writing poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poetry grows without knowing shame ... Like a dandelion by the fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not in verses alone: it is poured everywhere, it is around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life blows from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a mental growth disease.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn along the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing within us. As he tells us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens our love and our sorrow in our souls. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful verses flow, there is no room for quibbling.
Murasaki Shikibu
I am turning to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags a stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! - asked the visitor pleadingly.
- I promise and I swear! - Ivan said solemnly ...
Mikhail Afanasevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write them in words.
John Fowles. "The mistress of the French lieutenant"
Every poem is a blanket stretched out over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind each poetic work of those times, the whole Universe is invariably hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for the one who inadvertently wakes up the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
One of my clumsy hippopotamuses-verses I attached such a paradise tail: ...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not worry, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not the sea and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated thin strings meanings and dreams, and therefore - chase critics. They are just pitiful slips of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Do not let his vulgar palpating hands go there. Let the poems seem to him an absurd hum, a chaotic pile of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from boring reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "Thousand Lives"
Poems are a thrill of the heart, excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.
Beware of being captivated by the beauty, friend!
Beauty and love are two sources of anguish.
For this beautiful kingdom is not eternal:
It strikes the hearts and leaves the hands.
May your days last with my longing:
For once into my eyes, longed for, look!
And in fact it drops a glance ... and leaves.
Like this! Light a fire and drop it into the water.
O queen, you are more skillful than all queens,
Where am I, on foot, from your cavalry!
Elephant and king I, poor, cornered
And I get mate from the doubled rooks.
Delight of the heart! Whose magic fingers
Have you sculpted the wondrous face of heavenly beauty?
Beauties for feasts paint their faces
And so you will decorate feasts with your face!
Smelling a stream in the breeze of your perfume,
My heart rushed after ... I stand in confusion,
Forgotten by him: the heart has absorbed
Not only the breeze - and your frivolity.
I was waiting for a date with the moon on a moonlit night,
I saw she was walking. Oh heart, what's wrong with me?
Eyes to earth moon, then to the heavenly moon ...
The heavenly moon has faded before the earthly one.
There is no reason to dream of a blessed meeting,
Not a drop of endurance in immense separation,
No interlocutor for an indistinct complaint ...
Oh, woeful passion, incredible delight!
How passionately the soul speaks in moments of meeting,
And in the heart as a rapturous speech rings!
To clothe diamonds of secret feelings with a frame of words! ..
I can't get the nail out of my tongue.
If not Love itself, then, really, who are you?
I look, breathe, live, and in this too - you.
Your soul, idol, there is nothing more precious;
And I remember: a short century! - you are a hundred times more expensive!
Like the wind, will I cling to her curls? Hardly.
I gallop to the abyss, but I can hardly turn.
That's what we can see, so that we can see the faces of the dear ones ...
I seem to be able to see, but I can hardly look at her face.
Torment makes beauties old. Get rid of trouble
The one whose eyelids are transparent and the lips are hard.
Be more tender with your beloved: beauty slips away,
Leaving traces of suffering on the face.
What a temptation, what a temptation, Allah save! ..
Your face and day and night reigns in dreams.
That is why there is pain in the chest and trembling in the heart,
And dry lips, and wet eyes, and trembling in the hands.
Fluff over the rose of the mouth - what is not a letter!
It is sealed with the seal of a mole-violet.
And on the moon there is a pattern - to whom and whose message?
Apparently, the sun is in love with someone!
He wore many women in brocade and pearls,
But I could not find an ideal among them.
I asked the sage: - What is perfection?
- The one next to you! - He told me.
My idol, the potter molded you,
That before you the moon is ashamed of its spell.
Let others decorate themselves for the holiday,
You - you have a gift to decorate a holiday.
What is their mouth to me? Your leg to me
Kiss once, and I'm completely happy. Ah, a pen! ..
And I am stunned by the dream all day. Ah, a leg! ..
And all night I catch you in a dream.
Tangle of curls. There is no more desirable network.
Like the vault of a mosque, an eyebrow. There is no other mosque.
Your soul will not look into your face in any way:
There are no other mirrors for the soul anywhere in the world!
Curls sweet from the musk of the darker night,
And the ruby of her lips is dearer than stones ...
I once compared her camp to a cypress tree,
Now the cypress is proud to the roots!
Every pink, eyes caressing bush
Rose from the dust of beauties, from pink lips.
Every stem that we trample under our feet
Grew from a heart that was still full of feelings yesterday.
In the heavenly goblet the hops of air roses.
Break the glass of vanity-small dreams!
Why worries, honors, rushing about?
The ringing of quiet jets and delicate silk of hair!
You overshadowed China's daughters with beauty,
Jasmine tender your face is more tender.
Yesterday you looked at the Shah of Babylon
And she took everything: queen, rook, bishops, knights.
The delight of sweet lips, burn rubies,
Let the kings envy the treasury!
For myself, I will establish a fragrant pledge:
For the glory of tender feelings, give at least a curl!
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It is better to drink and caress the cheerful beauties,
Than to seek salvation in fasting and prayers.
If a place in hell is for lovers and drunks
Whom do you order to be admitted to heaven?
When violets pour out a scent
And the wind blows a spring breath,
Sage - who drinks wine with his beloved,
Breaking the chalice of repentance on a stone.
Dawn threw a sheaf of fire on the roof
And he threw the ball of the lord of the day into the goblet.
Take a sip of the wine! Sounds in the rays of dawn
Call for love, drunken universe.
Alas, not many days have been given to us to be here,
To live them without love and without wine is a sin.
You shouldn't ponder, this world is old or young:
If we are destined to leave, is it not all the same for us?
I am drunk and in love among the beautiful houris
And I give a grateful bow to the blame.
Today I am free from the shackles of being
And blessed, as if invited to the highest palace.
Give me a jug of wine and a cup, oh 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,
It turned, my friend, into cups and jugs - I know.
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?
With the one whose camp is a cypress, and the mouth is like a lament,
Go to the garden of love and fill your glass
While fate is inevitable, the wolf is insatiable,
This flesh, like a shirt, did not rip off you!
About grief, grief 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.
Loving you, I bear all the reproaches
And it is not in vain that I give vows to eternal fidelity.
If I live forever, I'm ready until the day of judgment
Submissively endure heavy and cruel oppression.
Hurry, come full of charm
Dispel the sadness, breathe in the heat of the heart!
Pour a pitcher of wine while in the pitchers
Our ashes have not yet been transformed by the potter.
You, whom I have chosen, are the dearest to me.
The heart of an ardent heat, the light of the eyes for me.
Is there anything in life that is dearer than life?
You and my life are dearer to me.
I'm not afraid of reproaches, my pocket is not empty,
But still away the wine and the glass aside.
I always drank wine - I was looking for delight to my heart,
Why should I drink now when you are drunk!
Except for your face - I don't need anything.
I see my image in you, looking into your eyes,
I see you in myself, my joy.
Wounded by passion, tears tirelessly pour,
I pray to heal my poor heart
For instead of a drink of love, heaven
It filled my cup with the blood of my heart.
In the morning, a rose opened a bud in the wind,
And the nightingale sang, in love with her charm.
Sit in the shade. These roses bloom for a long time
When our sorrowful ashes are buried.
In the morning my rose wakes up,
My rose blossoms in the wind.
Oh cruel sky! Barely blossomed -
As my rose is already crumbling.
Passion for the unfaithful struck me like a plague.
Not for me, my sweetheart is going crazy!
Who, my heart, will heal us from passion,
If our medicine is suffering itself.
Repentance vows we have forgotten now
And they closed the door tightly for good glory.
We are beside ourselves; do not blame us for this:
We are drunk with the wine of love, not vines with wine, believe me!
I found paradise here, for a cup of wine, I
Among the roses, near the sweet one, burning with love.
Why listen to talk to us about hell and heaven!
Who has seen hell? Who returned from paradise?
Reason gives praise to this bowl,
The lover kisses with her all night long.
And the mad potter has such a graceful bowl
Creates and hits the ground without pity!
Khayyam! What are you grieving about? Have fun!
You are feasting with a friend - be merry!
Nothingness awaits everyone. You could disappear
You also exist - be cheerful!
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.
If you want to touch a rose, do not be afraid to cut your hands,
If you want to drink, don't be afraid to fall ill with a hangover.
And love is beautiful, quivering and passionate
If you want - in vain to burn your heart, do not be afraid!
You are the queen in the game. I'm not happy myself.
My knight has become a pawn, but I can't take the move back ...
I press black rook to your white rook,
Two faces are now near ... But in the end what? Mat!
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 the trail of them, I will drain to the bottom.
Wine can replace everything ... Everything except your lips!
Let me touch, darling, thick strands,
This reality is dearer to me than any dreams ...
I can compare your curls only with a loving heart,
So tender and so tremulous their curls!
Kiss your foot, oh queen of fun,
Much sweeter than the lips of a half-asleep girl!
Day-day I indulge all your whims,
To merge with my beloved on a starry night.
Your lips gave the color of ruby,
You left - I'm in sorrow, and my heart is in blood.
Who hid in the ark like Noah from the flood,
He alone will not drown in the abyss of love.
Whose heart does not burn with passionate love for a dear, -
A dull century drags out without consolation.
Days without the joys of love
I consider it an unnecessary and hateful burden.
From end to end we keep our path to death;
We cannot turn from the edge of death.
Look, in the local caravanserai
Don't forget your love!
Who instilled a rose of tender love
To the cuts of the heart - did not live in vain!
And the one who listened to God with his heart,
And he who drank the hops of earthly delight!
Cheer up! ... Can't you catch a stream as a prisoner?
But a fluent stream caresses!
Is there no constancy in women and in life?
But it’s your turn!
Oh, if only, taking with you a sofa of poetry
Yes, in a jug of wine and putting bread in his pocket,
I spend a day with you among the ruins, -
Any sultan could envy me.
The branches do not tremble ... night ... I am lonely ...
A rose drops a petal in the darkness.
So - you left! And bitter intoxication
Flying delirium is dispelled and distant.
* * *
Omar Khayyam Rubai about love
Our world is a young rose alley,
A choir of nightingales, a transparent swarm of dragonflies.
And in the fall? Silence and stars
And the darkness of your loose hair ...
Who is a freak, who is handsome - does not know passion,
A madman in love agrees to go to hell.
Lovers don't care what to dress
What to lay on the ground, what to put under your head.
We are like a compass, together, on the grass:
One body has two heads,
We make a full circle, rotating on the rod,
To match head to head again.
The Sheikh shamed the harlot:
You sell your body to everyone who wants it! "
"I," said the harlot, "really is,
Are you who you say you are? "
The sky is the belt of my ruined life,
The tears of the fallen are the salty waves of the seas.
Paradise - blissful peace after passionate effort
Hellfire is just a reflection of extinguished passions.
Like the sun, it burns without burning, love,
Like a bird of heavenly paradise - love.
But not yet love - nightingale moans,
Do not moan, dying of love - love!
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 imperceptibly - and life will flash by.
My advice: be drunk and always in love
Being dignified and important is not worth the trouble.
Not needed by the almighty Lord God
Neither your mustache, friend, nor my beard!
From the lilac cloud to the green of the plains
White jasmine crumbles all day.
Pouring a lily-like bowl
With a pure rosy flame, the finest of wines.
This intoxication is the best in life,
The singing of the gentle guria is best,
Free thought boiling is best
Oblivion is the best of all prohibitions.
Give me some wine! There is no room for empty words.
The kisses of my beloved are my bread and balm.
The lips of an ardent lover are wine-colored,
A riot of passion is like her hair.
Tomorrow, alas! - hidden from our eyes!
Hurry to use the hour flying into the abyss.
Drink, moon-faced! How often will the month be
Ascend to heaven without seeing us.
More than anything else is love
In the song of youth, the first word is love.
Oh, ignorant in the world of love of a wretched man,
Know that our whole life is based on love!
From the zenith of Saturn to the womb of the Earth
The secrets of the world have found their interpretation.
I unraveled all the loops near and far
Except for the simplest one - except for the light loop.
Those to whom life was given in full measure,
Intoxicated by the intoxication of love and wine.
Dropping the unfinished cup of delight,
Sleep side by side in the arms of eternal sleep.
If you are in the rays of hope - look for your heart, heart,
If you are in the company of a friend, look with your heart in his heart.
A temple and countless temples are less than a small heart,
Throw your Kaaba, look for your heart with your heart.
And the ruby of her lips is dearer than stones ...
I once compared her camp to a cypress tree,
Now the cypress is proud to the roots!
Oh, don't grow a tree of sorrow ...
Look for wisdom in your own beginning.
Caress the dear ones and love the wine!
After all, we were not married to life forever.
Drink wine, for bodily joy is in it.
Listen to chang, for heavenly sweetness is in it.
Trade your eternal sorrow for fun
For the goal, unknown to anyone, is in him.
Blooming garden, a friend and a bowl of wine -
This is my paradise. I don’t want to find myself in something else.
Yes, no one has seen heavenly paradise!
So for now, let us be comforted in the earthly.
I would like to cool my soul to the unfaithful,
A new passion to take over.
I would like to, but tears blur my eyes,
Tears do not allow me to look at another.
Woe to a heart that is colder than ice
Does not burn with love, does not know about it.
And for the heart of a lover, a day spent
Without a beloved - the most lost of days!
The chatter is devoid of the magic of love,
Like cold coals, fire is devoid.
And real love burns hot
Sleep and rest, night and day deprived.
Don't beg for love, hopelessly loving
Do not wander under the window of the unfaithful, grieving.
Like beggar dervishes, be independent -
Maybe then they will love you.
Where to go from fiery passions,
What hurt your soul?
When would I know that this torment is the source
In the hands of the one that is dearer to you all ...
I will share my secret secret with you,
In a nutshell, I will pour out my tenderness and sadness.
I dissolve in dust with love for you,
From the earth I will rise to you with love.
Not out of poverty, I forgot about wine,
It was not out of fear that he sank to the bottom.
I drank wine to fill my heart with joy,
And now my heart is full of you.
They say: "There will be gurias, honey and wine -
We are destined to taste all the delights in paradise. "
Therefore, I am everywhere with my beloved and with a cup, -
After all, in the end we will come to the same anyway.
I stubbornly wondered over the book of life,
Suddenly, with heartache, the sage said to me:
"There is no more beautiful bliss - to forget yourself in the arms
Moon-faced beauty, whose lips seemed to bark. "
For love for you, let everyone condemn you around,
I have no time to argue with the ignorant, believe me.
Only husbands can be healed by a love drink
And he brings a cruel illness to the bigots.
"We must live, - we are told, - in fasting and in labor!"
"As you live, you will rise again!"
I am inseparable with a friend and a glass of wine,
To wake up like that at the Last Judgment.
For those who die, Baghdad and Balkh are one;
Bitter, is the cup sweet - we will see the bottom in it.
The flawed month goes out - it will return young,
And we will never come back .... Shut up and drink wine.
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!
Rose said: "Oh, my appearance today
He speaks of my insanity, in fact.
Why do I come out of the bud in blood?
The path to freedom often lies through thorns! "
Passion for you tore the robe of roses
There is a breath of roses in your scent.
You are tender, glistens of sweat on your silky skin
Like dew in a wonderful moment of opening roses!
You alone carried joy in my heart,
With grief your death has burned my heart.
Only with you could I endure all the sorrows of the world,
Without you - what is the world and worldly affairs to me?
You have chosen the path of love - you must walk firmly,
A glint of an eye flood everything along the way.
And having reached a high goal with patience,
So breathe, to shake the worlds with a sigh!
Your moon will not wane within a month,
Decorating, stingy rock was generous to you.
This life and world, really, it's not difficult to leave,
But how difficult it is always to leave your doorstep!
Do not drive a horse on the road of love -
You will be exhausted by the end of the day.
Do not curse the one who is tormented by love -
You cannot comprehend the heat of someone else's fire.
I went out into the garden in sorrow and am not happy in the morning,
The nightingale sang to Rose in a mysterious way:
"Show yourself from the bud, rejoice in the morning,
How many wonderful flowers this garden gave! "
My eyes are crying because of the chain of partings,
My heart cries from doubts and torments.
I cry mournfully and write these lines,
Even kalam cries, falling out of hands ...
Come, because peace of mind is you!
You've come! And not someone else - it's you!
And not for the sake of the soul - for the sake of our God
Let me be sure, touch it with your hand - it's you!
I will joyfully hug my beloved again
And from my memory I will remove the evil of my days.
Although a drunken man does not heed the words of the wise,
But, of course, I will understand these words!
It's not easy to fly into her curls with the wind,
And suffering in love is not easy.
They say that her face is inaccessible to the eyes -
It’s not easy to look drunk with an eye, of course!
Every moment, oh idol, don't be cutesy,
Do not be so constant in selfishness.
Walk evenly and do not frown more eyebrows,
For lovers, do not be an enemy incessantly!
Illuminated my soul friend's arrival,
Happiness smiled at me between many adversities.
Let the moon darken. And with an extinguished candle
Night with you for me is like the sun rising.
Only smoke came from the fire of your passion,
He brought little hope with him to his heart.
I tried diligently to meet you,
But since there was no happiness, my ardor is fruitless!
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Omar Khayyam Rubai about love
There are no ones in the world who have not been slain by you,
Whoever loses his mind is not in the world.
And even though you don't have any attachment to anyone,
Whoever wants your love is not in the world.
Translation: N. Tenigina
Soul speaks to me - in love with his face,
The sound of his speeches penetrated into the very heart.
Pearls of secrets fill my soul and heart,
But I can't say - my tongue is nailed!
I thought that your promises were true,
Your promises are full of constancy.
No, I did not know that, like the pillars of the universe -
Light of the eyes! - your promises are fragile!
The heart asked: "Teach at least once!"
I started with the alphabet: "Remember -" Az ".
And I hear: "Enough! Everything in the initial syllable,
And then - a fluent, eternal retelling. "
Passion cannot be friends with deep love,
If he can, then they will not be together for long.
Take in head a chicken with a falcon to rise next to you,
Even above the fence - alas - she cannot soar.
If it is given to the heart to suddenly control with love,
It’s easy to saddle the horse of a dream.
If there is no heart, love is homeless,
There is no love - so why beat your heart?
If you love, then endure separation steadily,
Suffer and do not sleep while waiting for the medicine!
Let the heart shrink like a rose in a bud,
Sacrifice your life. And sprinkle the path with blood!
The monks have ecstasy, everyone in the madrasah is noisy,
For love, a spiritual rite is not needed.
Whether he is a mufti, even though he is an expert in Sharia,
Where love rules judgment - all dialects are silent!
We must drink some wine! Humanity is needed
Compassion pain burns like a flame!
It is necessary to study the Book of Love incessantly,
So that she taught to be dust before a friend!
Get up from sleep! The night was created for the mysteries of love,
For throwing at the house of the beloved is given!
Where there are doors, they lock at night,
Only the door for the lovers - it is open!
When Love called me into the world to life,
She immediately gave me lessons in love,
The magic key was chained from the heart of particles
And she led me to the treasures of the spirit.
You took your purple color from a tulip,
The lily of youth has given you the essence.
There was a rose, it looked like you -
Having transferred her life to you, she timidly left.
There are no heads where their secret does not ripen,
The heart lives by feeling, not melting anything.
Each tribe goes on its way ...
But love is a hurricane on the path of being!
What from passion for you have I, suffering, tasted?
Day and night I endured pain and misfortune,
My heart is in blood, and my soul has suffered,
And my eyes are wet, and I myself am exhausted.
You can conquer any beauties with gold,
So that the fruits of these meetings and pluck, and taste.
And the crowned daffodil has already raised his head, -
Look! You can awaken from sleep with gold!
The world will flicker with many faces -
Decorates with sewing for a beauty dress
And he knows how to understand the inside out with his soul!
Greens, roses, wine are given to me by fate,
No, however, you are in this splendor of spring!
I can't find comfort in anything without you
Where you are, I don’t need other gifts!
You, whose appearance is fresher than wheat fields,
You are a mihrab from the temple of paradise, a mile away!
At birth, your mother washed you with ambergris,
Mixing a drop of my blood into the scent!
From a wet rose you, having thrown off a bashful veil,
Brought me confusion in the form of gifts.
From a hair's length your waist! Show me a face!
I am melted like wax and ready for suffering!
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?
You are a mine, if you go looking for a ruby,
You are loved, since you live in the hope of a date.
Understand the essence of these words - both simple and wise:
Everything that you are looking for, you will certainly find in yourself!
We were in confidants at the cup of wine -
And in dating we needed a secret -
How they were afraid to disgrace themselves in their actions!
Disgraced now - rumor is not terrible!
Your face is a day, with him and curls in friendship always,
The rose is you, and in the thorns is the disaster of separation.
Your curls are chain mail, your eyes are like spears,
In anger you are like fire, and in love you are like water!
Oh, idol! Why did you interrupt your friendship?
Where was your loyalty at that time?
I wanted to grab hold of your shalvars -
You tore my shirt of patience!
The light of the eyes, the inspiration of our hearts!
Our destiny is only the torment of our hearts!
From parting, my soul suddenly rose to my lips,
The meeting is only - the healing of our hearts!
Let the whole world lie submissive to the Shah,
Hell is bad, but heaven belongs to the righteous.
Rosary - to angels, freshness to transcendental bushes,
We are loved ones and their souls must be given.
The Creator created two Kaaba for our faith -
Being and hearts, this is the crown of faith.
Worship the Kaaba of Hearts while you can
More than a thousand Kaabs - and one of the hearts!
I have no hope for a date with you
There is no patience for a moment - what to do with yourself!
There is no courage in my heart to tell about grief ...
What a wondrous passion handed to me by fate!
The world of love cannot be found without torment,
The path of love cannot be diverted at will.
And until you become bent down from suffering,
It is impossible to convey its essence to consciousness!
Places where there is no wine in the thickets of purple
Where there is no beauty, that is gentle and slender, -
Avoid even if there heavenly groves, -
Here's a tip. And in these words there is one wisdom.
The breezes of springtime are good
The choirs are good in musical tones,
The song of the birds and the stream by the mountain are good ...
But only with a sweetheart, all these gifts are good!
In this world, love is the adornment of people,
To be devoid of love is to be without friends.
The one whose heart has not clung to the drink of love,
That donkey, though it doesn't wear donkey ears!
Better to grab a curl of your beloved, caressing,
Better to drink sparkling wine with her,
Before fate grabs you by the belt -
Better to seize this fate yourself!
Paradise is promised to us with the gurias in the world.
And the bowls are full of purple wine.
Beauties and guilt run this world
Is it reasonable if we come to them anyway?
You overshadowed China's daughters with beauty,
Tender jasmine your face is more tender
Yesterday you looked at the Shah of Babylon
And she took everything: queen, rook, knights.
How full of love I am, how wonderful my sweet face,
How much I would say and how my tongue is!
Isn't it strange, Lord? I am languishing with thirst,
And then a living spring flows in front of me.
Sit down, lad! Don't tease me with your beauty!
I devour you with the fire of my eyes
You forbid ... Ah, I'm like the one who hears:
"You knock over the cup, but don't spill a drop!"
The harsh Ramadan ordered to say goodbye to the wine.
Where are the fun days? We only dream about them.
Alas, an undrinked jug is in the basement,
And not one harlot left untouched.
My idol, the potter fashioned you like that,
That before you the moon is ashamed of its spell.
Let others decorate themselves for the holiday,
You - you have a gift to decorate a holiday.
How long will you reproach us, you nasty prude,
Because we are burning with faithful love to the tavern?
We are pleased with the wine and honey, and you
Entangled in beads and hypocritical lies.
When the tulip trembles under the morning dew,
And low, to the ground, the violet tends to the camp,
I admire the rose: how quietly it picks
Bud your floor, sweet nap drunk!
Whoever did not escape her spell, henceforth knows happiness,
Those who lay down like dust at their sweet feet drink happiness in their souls.
It will exhaust you, it will offend you, but do not be offended:
Everything that one like the moon sends us is happiness!
I love wine, I catch a moment of fun.
I am neither a believer nor a heretic.
"The bride is life, any ransom?"
- "A spring beating from the heart".
Saki! May I be honored with a lovely peri,
Let the bitterness of wine be replaced for me with the moisture of heaven.
Let Zukhra be a Changist, the interlocutor - Isa.
If the heart is not happy, then it is inappropriate to feast.
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.
Author.
Omar Khayyam
Look, the breeze has parted the rose dress.
How a nightingale excites a flower that has opened!
Do not pass by. After all, the rose has blossomed
And it blossomed magnificently only for a short time.
Omar Khayyam
Here's a good thing. Admiring.
But still Judge not before you turn it from the inside out.
Take tailors as an example: although on the front
They look, leading the stitch, the view from the inside is good.
Omar Khayyam
Cypress says: "How beautiful is her camp!"
Says: "I am depressed, knowing my flaw!"
"What's the matter with you?" - restless birds rustle,
Says: "My heart aches and tears - the ocean!"
Omar Khayyam
What about the beauty? Your angel is unearthly
Suddenly transformed: the shaitan is in front of you!
It is clear that you will run away: fire is pleasant in winter,
And now hellish ardor - well, like a sheepskin coat in spring.
Omar Khayyam
Why, - asked the idol, - you prostrate yourself,
Bowed, never see your faces? -
"O! Your beauty blinds you unbearably
We are not saved by the shadow of drooping eyelashes. "
Omar Khayyam
Who is born in the beauty of happiness to contemplate the face,
The world will flicker with many faces -
Decorates with sewing for a beauty dress
And he knows how to understand the inside out with his soul!
Omar Khayyam
On the face of the beloved, a gentle fluff
I have not diminished beauty by a hair.
Rose is a door to the soul in the flower garden of her face,
She turns green in due time.
Omar Khayyam
Beauty and love are two sources of anguish.
For this beautiful kingdom is not eternal:
It strikes hearts - and leaves the hands.
O queen, you are more skillful than all queens,
Where am I, on foot, from your cavalry!
Elephant and king I, poor, cornered
And I get mate from the doubled rooks.
What a temptation, what a temptation, Allah save! ..
Your face and day and night reigns in dreams.
That is why there is pain in the chest and trembling in the heart,
And dry lips, and wet eyes, and trembling in the hands.
Fluff over the rose of the mouth - what is not a letter!
It is sealed with the seal of a mole-violet.
And on the moon there is a pattern - to whom and whose message?
Apparently, the sun is in love with someone!
Smelling a stream in the breeze of your perfume,
My heart rushed after ... I stand in confusion,
Forgotten by him: the heart has absorbed
Not only the breeze - and your frivolity.
I was waiting for a date with the moon on a moonlit night,
I saw she was walking. Oh heart, what's wrong with me?
Eyes to the earthly moon, then to the heavenly moon ...
The heavenly moon has faded before the earthly one.
There is no reason to dream of a blessed meeting,
Not a drop of endurance in immense separation,
No interlocutor for an indistinct complaint ...
Oh, woeful passion, incredible delight!
How passionately the soul speaks in moments of meeting,
And in the heart as a rapturous speech rings!
To clothe diamonds of secret feelings with a frame of words! ..
I can't get the nail out of my tongue.
If not Love itself, then, really, who are you?
I look, breathe, live, and in this too - you.
Your soul, idol, there is nothing more precious;
And I remember: a short century! - you are a hundred times more expensive!
Like the wind, will I cling to her curls? Hardly.
I gallop to the abyss, but I can hardly turn.
That's what we can see, so that we can see the faces of the dear ones ...
I seem to be able to see, but I can hardly look at her face.
Torment makes beauties old. Get rid of trouble
The one whose eyelids are transparent and the lips are hard.
Be more tender with your beloved: beauty slips away,
Leaving traces of suffering on the face.
He wore many women in brocade and pearls,
But I could not find an ideal among them.
I asked the sage: - What is perfection?
- The one next to you! - He told me.
My idol, the potter molded you,
That before you the moon is ashamed of its spell.
Let others decorate themselves for the holiday,
You - you have a gift to decorate a holiday.
What is their mouth to me? Your leg to me
Kiss once, and I'm completely happy. Ah, a pen! ..
And I am stunned by the dream all day. Ah, a leg! ..
And all night I catch you in a dream.
Tangle of curls. There is no more desirable network.
Like the vault of a mosque, an eyebrow. There is no other mosque.
Your soul will not look into your face in any way:
There are no other mirrors for the soul anywhere in the world!
In the heavenly goblet the hops of air roses.
Break the glass of vanity-small dreams!
Why worries, honors, rushing about?
The ringing of quiet jets and delicate silk of hair!
Delight of the heart! Whose magic fingers
Have you sculpted the wondrous face of heavenly beauty?
Beauties for feasts paint their faces
And so you will decorate feasts with your face!
Curls sweet from the musk of the darker night,
And the ruby of her lips is dearer than stones ...
I once compared her camp to a cypress tree,
Now the cypress is proud to the roots!
Every pink, eyes caressing bush
Rose from the dust of beauties, from pink lips.
Every stem that we trample under our feet
Grew from a heart that was still full of feelings yesterday.
You overshadowed China's daughters with beauty,
Jasmine tender your face is more tender.
Yesterday you looked at the Shah of Babylon
And she took everything: queen, rook, bishops, knights.
Beware of being captivated by the beauty, friend!
Beauty and love are two sources of anguish.
For this beautiful kingdom is not eternal:
It strikes the hearts and leaves the hands.
May your days last with my longing:
For once into my eyes, longed for, look!
And in fact it drops a glance ... and leaves.
Like this! Light a fire and drop it into the water.
The delight of sweet lips, burn rubies,
Let the kings envy the treasury!
For myself, I will establish a fragrant pledge:
For the glory of tender feelings, give at least a curl!
O primordial light for my heart,
Would send at least greetings for my heart!
I am sick of separation, so heal with a date -
There are no other balms for my heart.
Or are sorrows so sweet to my heart?
Or were they a little warned of love?
How tangled it is in your curls! ..
Wasn't the poor fellow tied up for insanity?
To the world - the haven of a few of our days -
For a long time I fixed the inquisitive gaze of my eyes.
So what then? Your face is brighter than a bright month;
Than a slender cypress, your wonderful body is straighter.
Here a certain husband is inspired by your beauty:
He believed in the transmigration of souls before,
Now he was sure: “Jupiter is once again put to shame!
Yusuf of Egypt has been returned to earth! "
I stroked a strand with your defiant hand.
But do not rush to reproach me for my insolence:
I saw my heart in your curls,
And with my own heart I can play.
Your face is the moon, which will not grow thin.
Beautiful without embellishment - you first, and henceforth.
I am willing to die, I will willingly leave my life,
To freeze at your door forever.
To ride a donkey -
Legs do not know at rest;
To live with two wives -
Ears do not know peace!
You trapped your heart in a memory trap
Longing-freeloader in my heart instilled ...
I am a slave to you, and there is nowhere to run:
The incorruptible word "Life" you branded the heart.
It’s so sarcastic, the look is so mocking!
But the eyebrows still favor me.
Of course, I will refer to the fact that the eyebrows are higher:
“Are you driving away with your eyes? But the eyebrows do not command! "
I considered her an angel - the moon.
Now, looking up, I saw Satan.
The one that was like a hearth to me in winter,
Today I have become a fur coat for the spring.
To the glow of the moon night beauties,
I will add the warmth given by the candle,
Glittering sugar, the posture of the cypress,
The murmur of the brook ... And your appearance will come out.
As soon as you went out into the garden, the scarlet poppy was embarrassed,
Will not calm down from envy in any way.
Why didn't the cypress bow to you?
I saw a marvelous camp, he got tetanus!
I live so that you give me meetings
Curls would captivate my shoulders in the night.
In ambush, every night, I look out for a bird,
But again in the morning I have nothing to brag about.
Only your face is a sad heart.
Except for your face - I don't need anything.
I see my image in you, looking into your eyes,
I see you in myself, my joy.
I have chosen faith in an idol (you are my idol!)
For your wine, I chose the drunken path.
To me Being is love, but without you, it bestows,
And I chose Non-existence (to be with you!).
Oh, God's letter is the beginning! It's you.
Oh, a mirror of the highest beauty! It's you.
There is nothing in the world that was not you.
Seek in yourself, since what is lost: it is you.
My beloved came to me at night
To spite the enemies I lit my lamp.
And let the moon go down, the candle goes out -
With you, the night is as bright as day.
You walked to your liking, like grace. Who are you?
And, not yourself, please: go through again! Who are you?
Ah, for God's sake ... No, rather, for the sake of the heart,
Sit down with me, and I'll start wondering: who are you?
Many centuries have passed, and rubyas about love, the scientist, and also the philosopher Omar Khayyam are on the lips of many. Quotes about love for a woman, aphorisms from his little quatrains are often exhibited as statuses on social networks, as they carry a deep meaning, the wisdom of the ages.
It is worth noting that Omar Khayyam went down in history, first of all, as a scientist who made a number of important scientific discoveries, thereby went far ahead of his time.
Seeing the statuses taken from the work of the great Azerbaijani philosopher, one can catch a certain pessimistic attitude, but deeply analyzing the words and phrases, one can catch the hidden subtext of the quote, one can see an ardent deep love for life. Just a few lines can convey a clear protest against the imperfection of the surrounding world, thus statuses can indicate life position the person who put them out.
Poetry famous philosopher describing love for a woman and, in fact, for life itself, can be easily found on the world wide web. Winged sayings, aphorisms, as well as phrases in pictures carry centuries, they are so subtly traced reflections about the meaning of life, the purpose of man on Earth.
The book by Omar Khayyam "Rubai about love" is a capacious combination of wisdom, slyness, as well as refined humor. In many quatrains, one can read not only about high feelings for a woman, but also judgments about God, statements about wine, the meaning of life. All this for a reason. The oldest thinker masterfully polished each line of the quatrain, as if a skilled jeweler polishes the edges precious stone... But how are lofty words about loyalty and feelings for a woman combined with lines about wine, because the Koran at that time strictly forbade the use of wine?
In the poems of Omar Khayyam, the drinking personality was a kind of symbol of freedom, in the shirts one can clearly see the departure from the established framework - religious canons. The thinker's lines about life carry a subtle subtext, which is why wise quotes, as well as phrases, are relevant to this day.
Omar Khayyam did not take his poetry seriously, most likely the rubai was written for the soul, allowed a little distraction from scientific papers, to look at life in a philosophical way. Quotes, as well as phrases from Rubai, talking about love, have turned into aphorisms, winged sayings and after many centuries they continue to live, this is evidenced by the statuses in social networks. But the poet did not crave such glory at all, because his vocation was exact sciences: astronomy and mathematics.
V hidden sense poetic lines of the Tajik-Persian poet, a person is considered highest value, the main purpose of being in this world, in his opinion, is to find his own happiness. That is why the poems of Omar Khayyam contain so many reflections on loyalty, friendship, the relationship of men to women. The poet protests against selfishness, wealth and power, this is evidenced by capacious quotes and phrases from his works.
Wise lines, which over time turned into winged sayings, advise both man and woman to find the love of all life, to look at inner world, to look for the light invisible to others and thus to understand the meaning of their existence on Earth.
A person's wealth is his spiritual world... Wise thoughts, quotes, and phrases of a philosopher do not age over the centuries, but rather are filled with new meaning, which is why they are often used as social media statuses.
Omar Khayyam acts as a humanist, he perceives a person, along with his spiritual values, as something valuable. It encourages you to enjoy life, find love, receive pleasure from every minute you live. The peculiar style of presentation allows the poet to express what cannot be conveyed in plain text.
Statuses from social networks give an idea of a person's thoughts and values, even without seeing him even once. Wise lines, quotes and phrases speak of the subtle mental organization of the person who presented them as statuses. Aphorisms about fidelity, say that finding love is a huge reward from God, it must be appreciated, reverently treats both a woman and a man throughout life.
