Hadi Servat

“Come, fill the Cup, in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing”
― Omar Khayyam, The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam

“A book of verses underneath the bough
A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness
And wilderness is paradise now.”
― Omar Khayyám, Edward Fitzgerald's The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

“از مرگ....
هرگز از مرگ نهراسيده ام
اگرچه دستانش از ابتذال شكننده تر بود.
هراس من -باري - همه مردن در سرزميني ست...
كه مزد گوركن
از بهاي آزادي آدمي افزون باشد.”
― احمد شاملو / Ahmad Shamlou, آیدا در آینه

“How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting?
Better go drunk and begging round the taverns.
Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours
Will make a cup, bowl, one day a jar.

When once you hear the roses are in bloom,
Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine;
Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell-
These are but fairy-tales, forget them all.”
― Omar Khayyám