wisdom
With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow, And with my own hand labour'd it to grow — Omar Khayyám
With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, And with mine own hand wrought to make i — Omar Khayyám
Then of the Thee in Me works behind The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find A Lam — Omar Khayyám
Perplext no more with Human or Divine, To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign, A — Omar Khayyám
And this I know: whether the one True Light, Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me — Omar Khayyám
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, T — Omar Khayyám
The Vine had struck a fibre: which about If clings my being — let the Dervish fl — Omar Khayyám
And this I know: whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me — Omar Khayyám
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane, The Moon of Heav'n is rising once ag — Omar Khayyám
Open the door! O warder best and purest, And guide the way, O thou, of guides th — Omar Khayyám
You see the world but all you see is naught, And all you say and all you hear is — Omar Khayyám
To make a good salad is to be a brilliant diplomatist – the problem is so entire — Oscar Wilde