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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

Clouds rolled in  and wept tears on the field. Without wine, purple flowers cannot grow. The greenery provides  pleasant scenery for me today. For whose delight will my remains  nurture grass tomorrow? Translated by Juan Cole from [pdf] Whinfield 73

The good and bad that are in human nature, the joy and grief that are in fate and destiny– do not attribute them to the movement of heavenly bodies; for according to the path of science, the stars are a thousand times more helpless than you. Translated by Juan Cole from [pdf] Whinfield 96

Khayyam, your body  is like a royal tent; your spirit is king and its residence is temporary. The angel of fate strikes this tent when the king moves on, in favor of another dwelling. Translated by Juan Cole from [pdf] Whinfield 82