Culture

A cup full of rose-colored wine  is beautiful; the tunes of the lute are lovely. As for the prude who knows nothing of wine, it is beautiful when he  is very far away. Translated by Juan Cole from [pdf] Whinfield 85

Part 4 of the “Genius of Omar Khayyam”— how Edward Fitzgerald’s translation became a Western publishing sensation:

The life of this world without wine and bartender is not happy; without the airs of the Iraqi flute, it is not happy; Whenever I look at the world’s condition,  its fruits are joy; and the rest is not happy. Translated by Juan Cole from [pdf] Whinfield 86

Part 3 of “The Genius of Omar Khayyam”, with special attention to the place of the Rubaiyat (Quatrains) in Iranian music:

Hurry up, for you will be separated from the spirit. You will go behind the  curtain of God’s mysteries. Have some wine, since you don’t know  where you came from; be happy, since you don’t know  where you’re going. Translated by Juan Cole from [pdf] Whinfield 87

Part two of “The Genius of Omar Khayyam”

Khayyam, you wove tents of wisdom, but fell into a campfire  and suddenly burned up. The scissors of fate severed  the guy ropes of your life, and the broker of destiny  sold it off gratis. Translated by Juan Cole from [pdf] Whinfield 83

The life and times of a medieval poet and scientist, Omar Khayyam, Part 1, a documentary by Sadiq Saba:

That wine which can take on diverse forms in its essence sometimes becomes an animal, sometimes a plant. Don’t imagine that its being ever goes away. Its essence is always there even when its attributes are not. Translated by Juan Cole from [pdf] Whinfield 75