Frases de Omar Jayam

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“Si los amantes del vino y del amor van al infierno… vacío debe estar el paraíso.”

“Puesto que ignoras lo que te reserva el mañana, esfuérzate por ser feliz hoy. Coge un cántaro de vino, siéntate a la luz de la luna y bebe pensando en que mañana quizá la luna te busque en vano.”

“Vive plenamente mientras puedas y no calcules el precio.”

“A nadie pedí la vida. Me esfuerzo por aceptar, sin júbilo ni rabia, todo lo que la vida ofrece. Partiré sin preguntar al prójimo acerca de mi curiosa permanencia en este mundo.”

“El ayer ya dispuso del hoy la suerte triste”

“¿Por qué vendes tu vino, mercader?”

“Un jardín, una cimbreante doncella, un cántaro de vino, mi deseo y mi amargura: he aquí mi paraíso y mi infierno. Pero, ¿quién ha recorrido el cielo o el infierno?”

“Pues si todo lo tienes en el vino, dime, mercader, ¿por qué lo vendes?”

“A pesar de la felicidad que tuvimos, no adoro el pasado. ¡Es tan honda la dulzura del presente!”

“El álgebra es un arte científico. Su objeto son los números absolutos y las magnitudes medibles, las cuales son desconocidas, pero referidas a cualquier cosa conocida de tal manera que puedan ser determinadas, y a esta cosa conocida se llega, analizando las condiciones del problema; en este arte se buscan las relaciones que vinculan las magnitudes dadas en el problema con la incógnita, la cual, de la forma antes indicada, constituye el objeto del álgebra. La perfección de este arte consiste en el conocimiento de los métodos matemáticos, con ayuda de los cuales puede realizarse la determinación mencionada, tanto de las incógnitas numéricas como geométricas. La resolución algebraica, como es bien conocido, se realiza solo mediante una ecuación, o sea, por la igualación de unas potencias con otras.”

“He aquí la única verdad. Somos los peones de la misteriosa partida de ajedrez que juega Alá. Él nos mueve, nos detiene, vuelve a empujarnos, y al final nos arroja, uno a uno a la caja de la nada.”

“Lámparas que se apagan, esperanzas que se encienden: la aurora.”

“Lámparas que se encienden, esperanzas que se apagan: la noche.”

“Todo es un tablero de ajedrez de noches y días, donde el destino, con hombres como piezas, juega: acá y acullá mueve, y da jaque y mata, y uno por uno, vuelve a ponerlos en la caja.”

“¡Qué mezquino el corazón que no sabe amar! Si no estás enamorado, ¿cómo puedes gozar con la deslumbrante luz del sol o la suave claridad de la luna?”

“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.”

“And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
He bid me taste of it; and 'twas — the Grape!”

“Then said a Second — "Ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy,
And He that with his hand the Vessel made
Will surely not in after Wrath destroy."”

“Come, fill the Cup, and 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.”

“Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare
Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare?
A Blessing, we should use it, should we not?
And if a Curse — why, then, Who set it there?”

“Then of the Thee in Me works behind
The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find
A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard,
As from Without — "The Me Within Thee Blind!"”

“Said one among them — "Surely not in vain
My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
And to this Figure moulded, to be broke,
Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again."”

“As under cover of departing Day
Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away,
Once more within the Potter's house alone
I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.”

“What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?
And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!”

“The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd you down into the Field,
He knows about it all — He knows — HE knows!”

“Whoever thinks algebra is a trick in obtaining unknowns has thought it in vain. No attention should be paid to the fact that algebra and geometry are different in appearance. Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.”

“Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so wisely — they are thrust
Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.”

“A Moment's Halt — a momentary taste
Of Being from the Well amid the Waste —
And Lo! — the phantom Caravan has reach'd
The Nothing it set out from — Oh, make haste!”

“The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
Lighting a little hour or two — is gone.”

“What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke
A conscious Something to resent the yoke
Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!”

“And when like her, oh, Saki, you shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your joyous errand reach the spot
Where I made One — turn down an empty Glass!”

“Whose secret Presence, through Creation's veins
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains;
Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi; and
They change and perish all — but He remains;”

“And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour — Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so precious as the stuff they sell.”

“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.”

“There was the Door to which I found no Key;
There was the Veil through which I might not see:
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
There was — and then no more of Thee and Me.”

“But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.”

“But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door
You gaze To-day, while You are You — how then
To-morrow, You when shall be You no more?”

“I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must,
Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust,
Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink,
To fill the Cup — when crumbled into Dust!”

“Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?”

“Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!”

“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.”

“With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.”

“Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!”

“Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before
I swore — but was I sober when I swore?
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.”