Quotes by Persian Authors

I break out laughing. I frown.I yell and scream. Sometimes,if one jokes and giggles,one causes war.So I hide how tickled I am.Tears well up in my eyes.My body is a large city.Much grieving in one sector.I live in another part.Lakewater.Something on fire over here.I am sour when you are sour,sweet when you are sweet.You are my face and my back.Only through you can I knowthis back-scratching pleasure.Now people the likes of you and Icome clapping, inventing dances,climbing into this high meadow.I am a spoiled parrot who eats only candy.I have no interest in bitter food.Some have been given harsh knowledge. Not I.Some are lame and jerking along.I am smooth and glidingly quick.Their road is full of washed-out placesand long inclines. Mine isroyally level, effortless.The huge Jerusalem mosque stands inside me,and women full of light.Laughter leaps out.It is the nature of the rose to laugh.It cannot help but laugh.
Jalaluddin Rumi
A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity till he has tasted adversity.
Sa'di
Tomorrow! - Why tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.
Omar Khayyám
The bird of time has but a little way To flutter - and the bird is on the wing.
Omar Khayyám
Yet Ah that Spring should vanish with the Rose. That Youth's sweetscented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang Ah whence and whither flown again who knows?
Omar Khayyám
I sent my Soul through the Invisible Some letter of that After-life to spell And by and by my Soul returned to me And answered "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."
Omar Khayyám
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.
Omar Khayyám
And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die Lift not your hands to it for help - for it As impotently moves as you or I.
Omar Khayyám
0 thou who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the road I was to wander in Thou wilt not with predestin'd evil round Enmesh and then impute my fall to sin.
Omar Khayyám
You know my friends with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house Divorced old barren reason from my bed And took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
Omar Khayyám
To give pleasure to a single heart by a single kind act is better than a thousand head-bowings in prayer.
Sa'di
All this of Pot and Potter - Tell me then Who is the Potter pray and who the Pot?
Omar Khayyám
Do not sit long with a sad friend. When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines.
Jelaluddin Rumi
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
Hafiz
A book of Verses underneath the Bough A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Omar Khayyám
Were the diver to think on the jaws of the shark he would never lay hands on the precious pearl.
Sa'di
People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.
Sa'di
There was the door to which I found no key There was the veil through which 1 might not see.
Omar Khayyám
You know my friends with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house Divorced old barren reason from my bed And took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
Omar Khayyám
To give pleasure to a single heart by a single kind act is better than a thousand head-bowings in prayer.
Sa'di
All this of Pot and Potter - Tell me then Who is the Potter pray and who the Pot?
Omar Khayyám
Do not sit long with a sad friend. When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines.
Jelaluddin Rumi
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
Hafiz
A book of Verses underneath the Bough A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Omar Khayyám
Were the diver to think on the jaws of the shark he would never lay hands on the precious pearl.
Sa'di
People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.
Sa'di
There was the door to which I found no key There was the veil through which 1 might not see.
Omar Khayyám
Ah take the Cash and let the Credit go Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
Omar Khayyám
They asked Lucman the fabulist From whom did you learn manners? He answered: From the unmannerly.
Sadi
And this I know whether the one True Light Kindle to Love or Wrath consume me quite One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
Omar Khayyám
Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits - and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?
Omar Khayyám
In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope for the soft marrow abi-deth in the hard bone.
Hafez
To give pleasure to a single heart by a single kind act is better than a thousand head-bowings in prayer.
Sa'di
Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire.
Omar Khayyám
The greedy man is incontent with a whole world set before him.
Sa'di
Dust into dust and under dust to lie Sans wine sans song sans singer and - sans end.
Omar Khayyám
Forgetfulness of self is remembrance of God.
Bayazid Al-Bistami
There was the Door to which I found no key There was the Veil through which I might not see.
Omar Khayyám
Be content with what thou hast received and smooth thy frowning forehead.
Hafez
If thou covetest riches ask not but for contentment which is an immense treasure.
Sa'di
If of thy mortal goods thoU art bereft And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left Sell one and with the dole Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
Sadi
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Omar Khayyám
One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
Omar Khayyám
Whoever has his foe at his mercy and does not kill him is his own enemy.
Sa'di
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go nor where.
Omar Khayyám
Ah love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire Would not we shatter it to bits - and then Re-mold it nearer to the heart's desire!
Omar Khayyám
Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
Omar Khayyám
Ah take the cash and let the credit go.
Omar Khayyám
Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth.
Rumi
Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went.
Omar Khayyám
My hope is that the white and the black will be united in perfect love and fellowship, with complete unity and brotherhood. Associate with each other, think of each other, and be like a rose garden. Anyone who goes into a rose garden will see various roses, white, pink, yellow, red, all growing together and replete with adornment. Each one accentuates the beauty of the other. Were all of one color, the garden would be monotonous to the eye. If they were all white or yellow or red, the garden would lack variety and attractiveness; but when the colors are varied, white, pink, yellow, red, there will be the greatest beauty.
Abdu'l-Bahá
There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.
Jalaluddin Rumi
The wit taught by God to the beeIs withheld from the lion and the wild ass.
Jalaluddin Rumi
Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Omar Khayyám
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire.
Jalaluddin Rumi
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Omar Khayyám
Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spinThe Thread of present Life away to win-What? for ourselves, who know not if we shallBreathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!
Omar Khayyám
Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged
Jalaluddin Rumi
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk Iwas.
Jalaluddin Rumi
Die! Die! Die in this love!If you die in this love,Your soul will be renewed. Die! Die! Don’t fear the death of that which is knownIf you die to the temporal, You will become timeless.
Jalaluddin Rumi