Hossein Ho

“Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears --
To-morrow? -- Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.”
― Omar Khayyám

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
― Omar Khayyám, The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

“صیاد ازل که دانه در دام نهاد
صیدی بگرفت و آدمش نام نهاد
هر نیک و بدی که می رو در عالم
او می کند و بهانه بر عام نهاد”
― Omar Khayyám, رباعيات خيام

“Khayyám, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned,
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!”
― Omar Khayyám, Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám