Be careful not to be captivated by the beauty, friend!
Beauty and love are two sources of torment.
For this beautiful kingdom does not last forever:
It strikes hearts and leaves hands.
May your days continue with my longing:
Just once, look into my eyes, beloved one!
And in fact he drops his gaze... And leaves.
Like this! Light a fire and drop it into the water.
O queen, you are more skillful than all queens,
Where can I, on foot, be away from your cavalry!
By bishop and king I, poor man, am driven into a corner
And I get checkmate from doubled rooks.
Delight of the heart! Whose magic fingers
Have you sculpted the wondrous face of heavenly beauty?
Beauties paint their faces for feasts,
You will decorate the feasts with your face!
Smelling a stream of your perfume in the breeze,
My heart rushed after me... I stand in confusion,
Completely forgotten by him: the heart absorbed
Not only the breeze - and your frivolity.
On a moonlit night I was waiting for a date with the Moon,
I see she's coming. Oh heart, what's wrong with me?
Eyes to the earth's moon, then to the heavenly moon...
The heavenly moon darkened before the earth's.
There is no reason to dream of a blessed meeting,
Not a drop of perseverance in the immense separation,
No interlocutor for a vague complaint...
Oh, woeful passion, incredible delight!
How passionately the soul speaks in moments of meeting,
And how the enthusiastic speech rings in my heart!
Let me frame the diamonds of secret feelings with words!..
I can’t get the nail out of my tongue.
If not Love itself, then, really, who are you?
I look, I breathe, I live, and in this too you are.
There is nothing more precious than your soul, idol;
And I remember: the age is short! - you are a hundred times more valuable!
Like the wind, will I cling to her curls? Hardly.
I'll gallop towards the abyss, but I'll barely turn back.
That's why we have sight, so that we can see the faces of our loved ones...
I seem to be able to see, but I can hardly look her in the face.
Torment ages beauties. Get rid of trouble
The one whose eyelids are transparent and whose lips are firm.
Be more tender with your beloved: beauty escapes,
Leaving traces of suffering on the face.
What a temptation, what a temptation, God bless!..
Your face reigns in dreams day and night.
That's why there is pain in the chest and trembling in the heart,
And dry lips, and wet eyes, and trembling hands.
The fluff over the rose of the mouth is like a letter!
It is sealed with the seal of a violet mole.
And on the moon there is a pattern - to whom and whose message?
Apparently the sun is in love with someone!
He dressed many women in brocade and pearls,
But I could not find an ideal among them.
I asked the sage: - What is perfection?
- The one next to you! - He told me.
My idol, you were sculpted by a potter,
That before you the moon is ashamed of its charms.
Let others decorate themselves for the holiday,
You have the gift of decorating a holiday.
What do I need their lips for? I would like your leg
Kiss me once, and I'm completely happy. Ah, pen!..
And I was stunned by the dream all day. Ah, leg!..
And all night I catch you in my dreams.
Tangle of curls. There is no network more desirable.
Like the vault of a mosque, eyebrow. There is no other mosque.
I can’t see your soul enough:
There are no other mirrors of the soul anywhere in the world!
Sweet curls are darker from the musk of the night,
And the ruby of her lips is more valuable than all stones...
I once compared her figure to a cypress tree,
Now the cypress tree is proud to the roots!
Every pink, eyes caressing bush
Grew from the ashes of beauties, from pink lips.
Every stem we trample underfoot
It grew from a heart that was still full of feelings yesterday.
In the heavenly cup there are hops of airy roses.
Break the glass of vain petty dreams!
Why worry, honors, tossing around?
The sound of quiet streams and the delicate silk of hair!
You have eclipsed China's daughters with beauty,
Gentle jasmine, your face is more tender.
Yesterday you looked at the Shah of Babylon
And she took everything: queen, rook, bishops, knights.
The delight of sweet lips, burn like rubies,
Let the kings envy the treasury!
I will make a fragrant pledge for myself:
For the glory of tender feelings, give me at least a lock of hair!
The image of the great poet of the East Omar Khayyam is covered in legends, and his biography is full of secrets and mysteries. The ancient East knew Omar Khayyam primarily as an outstanding scientist: mathematician, physicist, astronomer, philosopher. In the modern world, Omar Khayyam is better known as a poet, the creator of original philosophical and lyrical quatrains - wise, full of humor, guile and audacity rubai.
Rubai is one of the most complex genre forms of Tajik-Persian poetry. The volume of the rubai is four lines, three of which (rarely four) rhyme with each other. Khayyam is an unsurpassed master of this genre. His rubai amaze with the accuracy of his observations and the depth of his understanding of the world and human soul, the brightness of his images and the grace of his rhythm.
Living in the religious east, Omar Khayyam thinks about God, but decisively rejects all church dogmas. His irony and free-thinking were reflected in the rubai. He was supported by many poets of his time, but due to fear of persecution for freethinking and blasphemy, they also attributed their works to Khayyam.
Omar Khayyam is a humanist; for him, man and his spiritual world are above all. He appreciates the pleasure and joy of life, enjoying every minute. And his style of presentation made it possible to express what could not be said out loud in open text.
Omar Khayyam is a poet, scientist, philosopher, astronomer and mathematician of Persian origin. He is known throughout the world as a great poet, whose poems and sayings carry a deep philosophical meaning.
His famous rubai - quatrains - are especially famous; a form of lyric poetry widespread in the Near and Middle East
Omar Khayyam wrote rubai about women like a real macho. But Heim did not always depict women as delicate flowers. He wrote many rubais about women with humor, in which sometimes flighty and capricious, sometimes tender and affectionate, oriental beauties appear as insidious seductresses.
*****
I said: “I feel as bright as the moon with you.”
There was a hot kiss in response in silence.
“Admit it...” I say. “But what?” - “You won’t change?” —
“I’ll change today!” And here - I wish I could keep quiet!..
*****
I once made the following speech with the anemone:
“How can you neglect your oath?”
The answer was excellent: “My lips are reliable,
They don’t say things that should be protected.”
*****
To suddenly greet me so affectionately - for what?
And then suddenly excommunicate him - for what?
From the very first day we were so inseparable!..
I’m ready to shout to the whole universe: “Why?”
*****
Forget the unfaithful one? Break up? Well, well.
As if I’m going to give up living and start dying?
I’ll remind her how they beat traitors to Islam,
And I’ll return you to your old faith with a slap in the face.
*****
Rock swings flint and flint,
Unable to catch the wet tinder with fire:
Sometimes it will tear us apart, sometimes it will move us and hit us...
We are apart - a curse! But even when together...
*****
Did you really seriously swear so passionately?
In spite of your whole life - you swore beautifully!
Whenever I didn’t know how fragile everything is in the world...
O light of my eyes, you swore in vain.
*****
How, having experienced love, you blossomed with me!
How furiously and angrily she then broke up with me!
I hope for fate: it will turn out well,
You will become again the same as you were with me.
*****
Luck doesn't think of crowning me,
My friend doesn’t think of welcoming me.
Let God not want to protect you from temptation,
But the devil does not want to deceive me.
*****
“If you are conquered by me, then first prove:
Resign humbly!” - I heard the words.
Truly, I pray to you ecstatically,
And how can I turn away from the face of the deity?
*****
I was caught in a trap of separation,
Everything is falling out of my hands, everything is bad for me.
I will give my life for a night with you! - and I’ll get rid of it
From future separations, from tomorrow.
*****
He tries to be affectionate with me - no way,
The cool guy tries to tame his temper, but he can’t.
Imagine: a cypress, straight as an exclamation,
The comma tries to bend over - no way!
*****
I can't get my fingers out of musky hair,
The rubies of wondrous lips blind me to tears.
From the moment I compared you to a cypress tree,
That slender cypress grew with pride.
*****
All! I’m not familiar with the homewrecker science,
Happy morning star with wine!
I’m in perfect harmony with my friend, the alignment of the planets is successful -
You can't put off the feast until later!
*****
“Your curl is so fragrant that I want to taste...”
- “Taste it?!” Bite yourself, no need to ask.”
- “Then I’ll encroach on the two desired fruits.”
- “Come to your senses! The cypress tree suddenly began to bear fruit?!”
*****
You shy away from me - why execution, idol?
Keeping that oath of allegiance like that, idol?!
Look, I can’t stand it, I’ll catch you by my shalwars:
Patience has run out, forgive me, idol!
*****
Everything is worse without you, and more and more sadness.
In the morning, not like yesterday, the sadness is even more painful.
Whoever wept on earth, weren’t they weeping for me?
Farther and farther from you, and the sadness grows stronger.
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
– Don’t write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.
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It’s better to drink and caress cheerful beauties,
Why seek salvation in fasting and prayers?
If there's a place in hell for lovers and drunkards,
Then who do you order to be allowed into heaven?
When the violets pour out their fragrance
And the spring wind blows,
The sage is the one who drinks wine with his beloved,
Breaking the cup of repentance on a stone.
Dawn threw a sheaf of fire onto the roofs
And he threw the ball of the lord of the day into the cup.
Sip the wine! Sounds in the rays of dawn
The call of love, drunken the universe.
Alas, we are not given many days to stay here,
To live them without love and without wine is a sin.
There is no need to think whether this world is old or young:
If we are destined to leave, do we really care?
Among the beautiful houris I am drunk and in love
And I give a grateful bow to the wine.
Today I am free from the shackles of existence
And blessed, as if invited to a higher palace.
Give me a jug of wine and a cup, oh my love,
We will sit with you in the meadow and on the bank of the stream!
The sky is full of beauties, from the beginning of existence,
It turned, my friend, into bowls and jugs - I know.
Love is a fatal misfortune, but the misfortune is by the will of Allah.
Why do you blame what is always by the will of Allah?
A series of evil and good arose - by the will of Allah.
Why do we need thunder and flames of Judgment - by the will of Allah?
With the one whose body is a cypress, and whose lips seem to be lal,
Go to the garden of love and fill your glass,
While the doom is inevitable, the wolf is insatiable,
This flesh, like a shirt, was not torn off you!
About grief, grief to the heart, where there is no burning passion.
Where there is no love, there is no torment, where there are no dreams of happiness.
A day without love is lost: duller and grayer,
Why is this day barren, and there are no days of bad weather.
Loving you, I bear all reproaches
And it’s not in vain that I vow eternal fidelity.
Since I will live forever, I will be ready until the day of judgment
To humbly endure heavy and cruel oppression.
Come quickly, full of enchantment,
Dispel sadness, breathe in the warmth of your heart!
Pour a jug of wine into the jugs
Our ashes have not yet been turned by a potter.
You, whom I have chosen, are dearer to me than anyone else.
Heart of ardent heat, light of eyes for me.
Is there anything in life more precious than life?
You and my life are more precious to me.
I'm not afraid of reproaches, my pocket is not empty,
But still, put away the wine and put the glass aside.
I always drank wine - I looked for pleasure to my heart,
Why should I drink now that I'm drunk with you?
I don't need anything except your face.
I see my image in you, looking into your eyes,
I see you in myself, my joy.
Wounded by passion, I shed tears tirelessly,
I pray to heal my poor heart,
For instead of a love drink the sky
My cup has been filled with the blood of my heart.
In the morning the rose opened its bud in the wind,
And the nightingale sang, in love with her beauty.
Sit in the shade. These roses will bloom for a long time,
When our sorrowful ashes are buried.
In the morning my rose wakes up,
My rose blooms in the wind.
O cruel sky! Has barely blossomed -
How my rose is already crumbling.
Passion for an unfaithful woman struck me like a plague.
It’s not for me that my darling is going crazy!
Who, my heart, will cure us of passion,
If our doctor suffers herself.
We have now forgotten our vows of repentance
And they closed the door tightly to good fame.
We are beside ourselves; Don't blame us for this:
We are drunk with the wine of love, not with wine, believe me!
I found paradise here, over a cup of wine,
Among the roses, near my dear one, burning with love.
Why should we listen to talk about hell and heaven!
Who has seen hell? Has anyone returned from heaven?
Reason gives praise to this cup,
The lover kisses her all night long.
And the mad potter made such an elegant bowl
Creates and hits the ground without mercy!
Khayyam! What are you grieving about? Have fun!
You are feasting with a friend - be merry!
Oblivion awaits everyone. You could have disappeared
You still exist - be happy!
Do not worry that your name will be forgotten.
Let the intoxicating drink comfort you.
Before your joints fall apart -
Comfort yourself with your beloved by caressing her.
If you want to touch a rose, don’t be afraid to cut your hands,
If you want to drink, don’t be afraid to get sick from a hangover.
And love is beautiful, reverent and passionate
If you want to burn your heart in vain, don’t be afraid!
You are the queen of the game. I'm not happy myself.
My knight has become a pawn, but I can’t take my move back...
I press my black rook against your white rook,
Two faces are now side by side... But what happens in the end? Mat!
A life-giving spring is hidden in the bud of your lips,
Let no one else's cup touch your lips forever...
The jug that preserves the trace of them, I will drain to the bottom.
Wine can replace everything... Everything except your lips!
Let me touch, my love, the thick strands,
This reality is dearer to me than any dreams...
I can only compare your curls to a loving heart,
So tender and so quivering are their curls!
Kiss your foot, oh queen of joy,
Much sweeter than the lips of a half-asleep girl!
Every day I indulge all your whims,
So that on a starry night I can merge with my beloved.
Your lips gave the color to ruby,
You left - I am sad, and my heart is bleeding.
Who hid in the ark like Noah from the flood,
He alone will not drown in the abyss of love.
Whose heart does not burn with passionate love for the beloved, -
Without consolation he drags out his sad life.
Days spent without the joys of love,
I consider the burden unnecessary and hateful.
From edge to edge we are on the path to death;
We cannot turn back from the brink of death.
Look, in the local caravanserai
Don't accidentally forget your love!
Who planted a rose of tender love
To the cuts of the heart - you didn’t live in vain!
And the one who listened sensitively to God with his heart,
And the one who drank the hops of earthly delight!
Have fun!... You can't catch a stream in captivity?
But the running stream caresses!
Is there no consistency in women and in life?
But it’s your turn!
Oh, if only, taking with me the poems of the sofa
Yes, in a jug of wine and putting bread in my pocket,
I want to spend a day with you among the ruins, -
Any sultan could envy me.
The branches don't tremble... the night... I'm alone...
In the darkness a rose drops a petal.
So - you left! And bitter intoxications
The flying delirium is dispelled and far away.
* * *
Omar Khayyam Rubaiyat about love
Our world is an alley of young roses,
A chorus of nightingales, a transparent swarm of dragonflies.
And in the fall? Silence and stars
And the darkness of your flowing hair...
Who is ugly, who is handsome - does not know passion,
A madman in love agrees to go to hell.
Lovers don't care what to wear,
What to lay on the ground, what to put under your head.
We are like compasses, together, on the grass:
The single body has two heads,
We make a full circle, rotating on the rod,
To match head to head again.
The sheikh shamed the harlot: “You, whore, drink,
You sell your body to everyone who wants it!”
“I am,” said the harlot, “really like that,
Are you who you say you are?"
The sky is the belt of my ruined life,
The tears of the fallen are the salty waves of the seas.
Paradise - blissful peace after passionate efforts,
Hellfire is just a reflection of extinguished passions.
Like the sun, love burns without burning,
Like a bird of heavenly paradise - love.
But not yet love - nightingale moans,
Do not moan, dying of love - love!
Throw off the burden of self-interest, the oppression of vanity,
Enmeshed in evil, break out of these snares.
Drink wine and comb your darling's locks:
The day will pass unnoticed - and life will flash by.
My advice: always be drunk and in love,
To be dignified and important is not worth the trouble.
Not needed by the almighty Lord God
Neither your mustache, friend, nor my beard!
From the lilac cloud to the green plains
White jasmine is falling all day long.
I pour a lily-like cup
Pure pink flame - the best of wines.
In this life, intoxication is the best thing,
The singing of the gentle Guria is best,
Free thought boiling is best,
Oblivion of all prohibitions is best.
Give me some wine! There is no place for empty words here.
Kisses from my beloved are my bread and balm.
The lips of an ardent lover are wine-colored,
The violence of passion is like her hair.
Tomorrow is the day - alas! - hidden from our eyes!
Hurry to use the hour flying into the abyss.
Drink, moon-faced one! How often will the month be
Ascend to heaven, no longer seeing us.
Above all else is love,
In the song of youth, the first word is love.
Oh, wretched ignoramus in the world of love,
Know that the basis of our entire life is love!
From the zenith of Saturn to the belly of the Earth
The mysteries of the world have found their interpretation.
I have unraveled all the loops near and far,
Except for the simplest one - except for the light loop.
Those to whom life was given in full measure,
Intoxicated with the intoxication of love and wine.
Having dropped the unfinished cup of delight,
They sleep side by side in the arms of eternal sleep.
If you are in the rays of hope, look for your heart, heart,
If you are in the company of a friend, look into his heart with your heart.
The temple and the countless temples are smaller than a small heart,
Throw away your Kaaba, look for your heart with your heart.
And the ruby of her lips is more valuable than all stones...
I once compared her figure to a cypress tree,
Now the cypress tree is proud to the roots!
Oh, don't grow a tree of sorrow...
Seek wisdom from your own beginning.
Caress your loved ones and love wine!
After all, we are not married to life forever.
Drink wine, for bodily joy is in it.
Listen to the chang, for the sweetness of heaven is in it.
Trade your eternal sorrow for joy,
For the goal, unknown to anyone, is in him.
A blooming garden, a girlfriend and a cup of wine -
This is my paradise. I don't want to find myself in something else.
Yes, no one has ever seen heavenly paradise!
So let's take comfort in earthly things for now.
I would like to cool my soul towards the unfaithful one,
Allow yourself to be taken over by a new passion.
I would like to, but tears fill my eyes,
Tears don't let me look at anyone else.
Woe to the heart that is colder than ice,
Doesn't glow with love, doesn't know about it.
And for the heart of a lover, a day spent
Without a lover - the most wasted of days!
Talk about love is devoid of magic,
Like cooled coals, the fire is deprived.
And true love burns hot,
Deprived of sleep and rest, night and day.
Don't beg for love, loving hopelessly,
Do not wander under the window of an unfaithful woman, grieving.
Like beggar dervishes, be independent -
Maybe then they will love you.
Where to escape from fiery passions,
What hurts your soul?
When would I know that this torment is the source
In the hands of the one who is dearer to you all...
I'll share my deepest secret with you,
In a nutshell, I will express my tenderness and sadness.
I dissolve in the dust with love for you,
From the earth I will rise with love for you.
It was not because of poverty that I forgot about wine,
It was not out of fear that I completely sank to the bottom.
I drank wine to fill my heart with joy,
And now my heart is full of you.
They say: "There will be houris, honey and wine -
We are destined to taste all the delights in paradise."
That's why I'm everywhere with my beloved and with the cup, -
After all, in the end we will come to the same thing anyway.
I stubbornly wondered over the book of life,
Suddenly, with heartache, the sage said to me:
"There is no more beautiful bliss - to lose yourself in the arms of
Moon-faced beauty, whose lips seemed to lal."
For loving you, let everyone around you judge you,
Believe me, I don’t have time to argue with the ignorant.
Only husbands are healed by the love potion,
And it brings a cruel illness to bigots.
“We must live,” we are told, “in fasting and in labor!”
“As you live, so you will rise again!”
I am inseparable from my friend and a cup of wine,
So that you can wake up at the Last Judgment.
For those who die, Baghdad and Balkh are one;
Whether the cup is bitter or sweet, we will see the bottom in it.
The detrimental month goes out - it will return young,
And we will never return.... Be silent and drink wine.
Sacrifice yourself for the sake of your beloved,
Sacrifice what is most precious to you.
Never be cunning when giving love,
Sacrifice your life, be courageous, ruining your heart!
Rose said: "Oh, my appearance today
Essentially, he speaks about my madness.
Why do I come out of the bud bleeding?
The path to freedom often lies through thorns!"
Passion for you has torn the robe of roses,
Your scent contains the breath of roses.
You are tender, sparkles of sweat on silken skin,
Like dew at the wonderful moment of opening roses!
You alone brought joy to my heart,
Your death burned my heart with grief.
Only with you could I endure all the sorrows of the world,
Without you, what is the world and worldly affairs to me?
You have chosen the path of love - you must firmly follow,
The sparkle of your eyes will flood everything along this path.
And having achieved a lofty goal with patience,
Breathe so hard that you can shake the world with your sigh!
Your moon will not wane in a month,
While decorating, the stingy fate was generous to you.
It’s really not difficult to leave this life and world,
But how difficult it is to always leave your threshold!
You don’t push your horse on the road of love -
You will be exhausted by the end of the day.
Do not curse the one who is tormented by love -
You cannot comprehend the heat of someone else's fire.
I went out into the garden sad and not happy about the morning,
The nightingale sang to Rose in a mysterious way:
"Show yourself from the bud, rejoice in the morning,
How many wonderful flowers this garden gave!”
My eyes are crying because of the chain of separations,
My heart cries from doubts and torment.
I cry pitifully and write these lines,
Even the kalam cries, falling out of his hands...
Come, because peace of mind is you!
You have arrived! And not someone else - it's you!
And not for the sake of the soul - for the sake of our God
Let me be sure, touch it with your hand - it’s you!
I will happily hug my beloved again
And I will take away the evil of my days from my memory.
Although a drunkard does not heed the words of the sages,
But of course I will understand these words!
It’s not easy for the wind to fly into her curls,
And it’s not easy not to have suffering in love.
They say that her face is inaccessible to the eyes -
Of course, it’s not easy to look drunk!
Every moment, oh idol, don’t be cutesy,
Don’t be so constant in self-love.
Walk with an even step and don’t frown more than your eyebrows,
Never be an enemy to lovers!
The arrival of my friend illuminated my soul,
Happiness smiled upon me amidst many adversities.
Let the moon darken. And with the extinguished candle
A night with you is like the sun rising for me.
From the fire of your passion only smoke came out,
He brought little hope to his heart.
I tried hard to meet you,
But since there was no happiness, my ardor is fruitless!
* * *
Omar Khayyam Rubaiyat about love
There are no people in the world who are not completely smitten by you,
There is no one in the world who has not lost their mind.
And, although you are not partial to anyone,
There is no one in the world who would not desire your love.
Translation: N. Tenigina
My soul tells me that I am in love with his face,
The sound of his speeches penetrated into the very heart.
Pearls of secrets fill my soul and heart,
But I can’t say - my tongue is nailed!
I thought that your promises were true,
Your promises are full of constancy.
No, I didn’t know that, like the pillars of the universe -
Light of the eyes! - your promises are fragile!
The heart asked: “Teach at least once!”
I started with the alphabet: “Remember - “Az”.
And I hear: “Enough! Everything is in the initial syllable,
And then - a fluent, eternal retelling."
Passion cannot be friends with deep love,
If he can, then they won’t be together for long.
Let the hen and the falcon rise up next to you,
Unfortunately, she can’t even fly higher than the fence.
If the heart is suddenly given control over love,
It’s not difficult to saddle the horse of your dreams.
If there is no heart, love is homeless,
There is no love - so why should the heart beat?
If you love, then endure separation steadfastly,
While waiting for the medicine, suffer and don’t sleep!
Let your heart shrink like a rose in bud,
Sacrifice your life. And sprinkle the blood on the path!
The monks are in ecstasy, everyone in the madrasah is noisy,
Love does not require a spiritual ritual.
Even if he were a mufti and an expert in Sharia law,
Where love administers judgment - all dialects are silent!
We need to drink some wine! Humanity is needed
The pain of compassion should burn like a flame!
We must study the Book of Love constantly,
So that she teaches how to be dust in front of a friend!
Wake up from your sleep! The night was created for the sacraments of love,
For throwing around your beloved’s house it’s given!
Where there are doors, they are locked at night,
Only the lovers' door is open!
When Love called me into the world,
She immediately gave me love lessons,
Magic key forged from heart particles
And she led me to the treasures of the spirit.
You took your purple color from a tulip,
The lily of youth gave you the essence.
There was a rose, it looked like you -
Having handed over her life to you, she timidly left.
There are no heads where its secret would not ripen,
The heart lives by feeling, hiding nothing.
Each tribe goes along its own path...
But love is a hurricane on the paths of existence!
What did I taste out of passion for you, suffering?
Day and night I endured pain and misfortune,
My heart is bleeding and my soul is tormented,
And my eyes are wet, and I myself am exhausted.
With gold you can conquer any beauties,
So that the fruits of these meetings can be picked and tasted.
And the crown-bearing narcissist has already raised his head, -
Look! Gold can wake you up from sleep!
So the world will shimmer with many facets -
Decorates a dress with sewing for a beauty
And he knows how to understand the inside out of his soul!
Greenery, roses, wine were given to me by fate,
However, you are not there in this splendor of spring!
Without you I can't find consolation in anything,
Where you are, I don’t need other gifts!
You, whose appearance is fresher than wheat fields,
You are a mihrab from the temple of heaven!
When you were born, your mother washed you with ambergris,
By mixing drops of my blood into the aroma!
From the wet rose you, throwing off the bashful veil,
Brought me confusion in the form of gifts.
A hair's breadth away from your waist! Show me your face!
I'm melted like wax and ready for suffering!
It was as if you were friends with me at first,
But then she suddenly decided to quarrel with me,
I did not despair that fate had turned away:
What if you still become nice to me?
You are a mine, if you go in search of a ruby,
You are loved if you live in the hope of a date.
Delve into the essence of these words - both simple and wise:
Everything you are looking for, you will certainly find in yourself!
We were confidants at the cup of wine -
And we needed a secret when dating -
How afraid they were to disgrace themselves in their actions!
Disgraced now - the rumor is not terrible!
Your face is day, with it your curls are always in friendship,
You are the rose, and in the thorns is the trouble of separation.
Your curls are like chain mail, your eyes are like spears,
In anger you are like fire, and in love you are like water!
Oh, idol! Why did you break off the friendship?
Where was your loyalty at this time?
I wanted to grab your shalwars -
You tore my patience shirt!
The light of our eyes, the inspiration of our hearts!
Our destiny is only the torment of our hearts!
From separation, my soul suddenly rose to my lips,
The meeting alone is the healing of our hearts!
Let the whole world lie obediently before the Shah,
Hell belongs to the bad, but heaven belongs to the righteous.
Rosary for the angels, freshness for the heavenly tabernacles,
We must give our loved ones and their souls.
The Creator created two Kaabas for our faith -
Being and hearts, this is the crown of faith.
Worship the Kaaba of hearts while you can,
Above thousands of Kaaba - and one of the hearts!
I have no hope of meeting you,
No patience for a moment - what to do with yourself!
There is no courage in the heart to tell about grief...
What a wondrous passion fate has given me!
The world of love cannot be found without torment,
The path of love cannot be diverted at will.
And until you become bent over from suffering,
The essence of it is impossible to convey to consciousness!
Places where there is no wine in the purple thickets,
Where there is no beauty, who is tender and slender, -
Avoid, even if there is heaven there, -
Here's a tip. And in these words there is only wisdom.
The breezes of spring are good,
The musical harmonies of the choirs are good,
The singing of birds and the stream near the mountain are good...
But only with a sweetheart are all these gifts good!
In this world, love is the adornment of people,
To be deprived of love is to be without friends.
The one whose heart has not clung to the drink of love,
He's a donkey, at least he doesn't wear donkey ears!
It’s better to grab your beloved’s curl, caressing it,
It’s better to drink sparkling wine with her,
Before fate grabs you by the belt -
It’s better to seize this destiny yourself!
The Gurias and I are promised heaven in this world.
And the cups are full of purple wine.
Beauties and wine flee in this world
Is it reasonable if we come to them anyway?
You have eclipsed China's daughters in beauty,
Tender jasmine, your face is more tender,
Yesterday you looked at the Shah of Babylon
And she took everything: queen, rooks, knights.
How full of love I am, how wonderful is my sweet face,
How much I would say and how dumb my tongue is!
Isn't it strange, Lord? I'm thirsty
And right there a living spring flows in front of me.
Sit down, boy! Don't tease me with your beauty!
I should devour you with the fire of my eyes
You forbid... Oh, I'm like the one who hears:
“You knock over the cup, but don’t spill a drop!”
The harsh Ramadan ordered to say goodbye to wine.
Where are the fun days? We only dream about them.
Alas, the undrinkable jug stands in the basement,
And more than one harlot left untouched.
My idol, the potter sculpted you like this,
That in front of you the moon is ashamed of its charms.
Let others decorate themselves for the holiday,
You have the gift of decorating a holiday.
How long will you reproach us, you nasty hypocrite,
Because we burn with true love for the tavern?
Wine and honey make us happy, and you
Entangled in rosaries and hypocritical lies.
When a tulip trembles under the morning dew,
And low, to the ground, the violet bows,
I admire the rose: how quietly it picks up
Its semi-bud, drunk with sweet slumber!
Those who have not escaped its spell will now know happiness,
He who lies like dust at dear feet, drinks happiness in his soul.
He will torment you, he will offend you, but don’t be offended:
All that the moon-like sends us is happiness!
I love wine, I catch a moment of fun.
I am neither a believer nor a heretic.
"The bride is life, any ransom?"
- “A spring of joy flows from the heart.”
Saki! May I be honored with the charming feathers,
Let the bitterness of wine be replaced for me with heavenly moisture.
Let Zukhra be a Changist, the interlocutor is Isa.
If the heart is not joyful, then feasting is inappropriate.
The sparkle of New Year's dew is beautiful on the roses,
Beloved - the best creation of the Lord - beautiful.
Should the sage regret the past, should he scold it?
Let's forget yesterday! After all, ours today is wonderful.
Author.
Omar Khayyam
Look, the rose's dress has been pulled apart by the breeze.
How a nightingale is excited by an open flower!
Don't pass by. After all, the rose has bloomed
And it bloomed magnificently only for a short time.
Omar Khayyam
This is a good thing. You admire it.
But still, judge not before you turn from the inside out.
Take tailors as an example: although on the front
They look at it while stitching; from the inside it looks good.
Omar Khayyam
The cypress says: “How beautiful is her figure!”
He says: “I am depressed after realizing my flaw!”
"What's wrong with you?" - restless birds are noisy,
He says: “The heart aches and the ocean of tears!”
Omar Khayyam
What's wrong with the beauty? Your Angel is unearthly
Suddenly transformed: Satan is in front of you!
It’s clear that you’ll run away: fire is pleasant in winter,
And now the hellish fervor is like a sheepskin coat in the spring.
Omar Khayyam
Why, - asked the idol, - do you fall on your face,
Bowed, I never see your faces? -
"ABOUT! Your beauty is unbearably blinding,
The shadow of lowered eyelashes cannot save us.”
Omar Khayyam
Who was born in the beauty of happiness to contemplate the face,
So the world will shimmer with many facets -
Decorates a dress with sewing for a beauty
And he knows how to understand the inside out of his soul!
Omar Khayyam
There is a delicate fluff on the beloved's face
It hasn't diminished its beauty even by a hair's breadth.
The rose is the gateway to the soul in the flower garden of her face,
It turns green in due time.
Omar Khayyam
Beauty and love are two sources of torment.
For this beautiful kingdom does not last forever:
It strikes hearts and leaves hands.
O queen, you are more skillful than all queens,
Where can I, on foot, be away from your cavalry!
By bishop and king I, poor man, am driven into a corner
And I get checkmate from doubled rooks.
What a temptation, what a temptation, God bless!..
Your face reigns in dreams day and night.
That's why there is pain in the chest and trembling in the heart,
And dry lips, and wet eyes, and trembling hands.
The fluff over the rose of the mouth is like a letter!
It is sealed with the seal of a violet mole.
And on the moon there is a pattern - to whom and whose message?
Apparently the sun is in love with someone!
Smelling a stream of your perfume in the breeze,
My heart rushed after me... I stand in confusion,
Completely forgotten by him: the heart absorbed
Not only the breeze - and your frivolity.
On a moonlit night I was waiting for a date with the Moon,
I see she's coming. Oh heart, what's wrong with me?
Eyes to the earth's moon, then to the heavenly moon...
The heavenly moon darkened before the earth's.
There is no reason to dream of a blessed meeting,
Not a drop of perseverance in the immense separation,
No interlocutor for a vague complaint...
Oh, woeful passion, incredible delight!
How passionately the soul speaks in moments of meeting,
And how the enthusiastic speech rings in my heart!
Let me frame the diamonds of secret feelings with words!..
I can’t get the nail out of my tongue.
If not Love itself, then, really, who are you?
I look, I breathe, I live, and in this too you are.
There is nothing more precious than your soul, idol;
And I remember: the age is short! - you are a hundred times more valuable!
Like the wind, will I cling to her curls? Hardly.
I'll gallop towards the abyss, but I'll barely turn back.
That's why we have sight, so that we can see the faces of our loved ones...
I seem to be able to see, but I can hardly look her in the face.
Torment ages beauties. Get rid of trouble
The one whose eyelids are transparent and whose lips are firm.
Be more tender with your beloved: beauty escapes,
Leaving traces of suffering on the face.
He dressed many women in brocade and pearls,
But I could not find an ideal among them.
I asked the sage: - What is perfection?
- The one next to you! - He told me.
My idol, you were sculpted by a potter,
That before you the moon is ashamed of its charms.
Let others decorate themselves for the holiday,
You have the gift of decorating a holiday.
What do I need their lips for? I would like your leg
Kiss me once, and I'm completely happy. Ah, pen!..
And I was stunned by the dream all day. Ah, leg!..
And all night I catch you in my dreams.
Tangle of curls. There is no network more desirable.
Like the vault of a mosque, eyebrow. There is no other mosque.
I can’t see your soul enough:
There are no other mirrors of the soul anywhere in the world!
In the heavenly cup there are hops of airy roses.
Break the glass of vain petty dreams!
Why worry, honors, tossing around?
The sound of quiet streams and the delicate silk of hair!
Delight of the heart! Whose magic fingers
Have you sculpted the wondrous face of heavenly beauty?
Beauties paint their faces for feasts,
You will decorate the feasts with your face!
Sweet curls are darker from the musk of the night,
And the ruby of her lips is more valuable than all stones...
I once compared her figure to a cypress tree,
Now the cypress tree is proud to the roots!
Every pink, eyes caressing bush
Grew from the ashes of beauties, from pink lips.
Every stem we trample underfoot
It grew from a heart that was still full of feelings yesterday.
You have eclipsed China's daughters with beauty,
Gentle jasmine, your face is more tender.
Yesterday you looked at the Shah of Babylon
And she took everything: queen, rook, bishops, knights.
Be careful not to be captivated by the beauty, friend!
Beauty and love are two sources of torment.
For this beautiful kingdom does not last forever:
It strikes hearts and leaves hands.
May your days continue with my longing:
Just once, look into my eyes, beloved one!
And in fact he drops his gaze... And leaves.
Like this! Light a fire and drop it into the water.
The delight of sweet lips, burn like rubies,
Let the kings envy the treasury!
I will make a fragrant pledge for myself:
For the glory of tender feelings, give me at least a lock of hair!
O primordial light for my heart,
I wish I could at least send greetings for my heart!
I'm sick of separation, so heal me with a date -
There are no other balms for my heart.
Or is sorrow so sweet to my heart?
Or were they not enough to warn him against love?
How it got entangled in your curls!..
Wasn't the poor fellow tied up for madness?
To the world - the haven of our few days -
For a long time I fixed the inquisitive gaze of my eyes.
So what? Your face is brighter than the bright moon;
Your wonderful figure is straighter than a slender cypress.
Here a certain husband is inspired by your beauty:
He believed in the transmigration of souls before,
Now I am convinced: “Jupiter has been put to shame again!
Yusuf of Egypt has been returned to earth!”
I stroked the strand with your daring hand.
But don’t rush to reproach me for my insolence:
I saw my heart in your curls,
But I can play with my own heart.
Your face is the moon, which cannot be spared.
Beautiful without embellishment - both before and in the future.
Consenting to die, I will willingly leave life,
To freeze at your doors forever.
Ride a donkey -
The legs know no rest;
Living with two wives -
No rest for the ears!
You trapped your heart in a memory trap,
Infused melancholy into my heart...
I am in your thrall, and there is nowhere to run:
You branded your heart with the imperishable word “Life.”
So sarcastic, such a mocking look!
But eyebrows still favor me.
Of course, I will refer to the fact that the eyebrows are higher:
“Are you driving away with your eyes? But eyebrows don’t tell me!”
I considered her an angel - the moon.
Now, looking up, I saw Satan.
The one that was like a hearth for me in winter,
Today I became a fur coat for spring.
To the radiance of the moon, beauty of the night,
I will add the warmth given by the candle,
The sparkle of sugar, the posture of a cypress tree,
The murmur of a stream... And your appearance will come out.
As soon as you went out into the garden, the scarlet poppy became embarrassed,
There is no way to calm down from envy.
Why didn’t the cypress bow to you?
I saw the wondrous figure and was seized with tetanus!
I live so that you give me meetings,
Curls would captivate my shoulders in the night.
In ambush, every night, I look out for a bird,
But again in the morning I have nothing to brag about.
Only your face makes a sad heart happy.
I don't need anything except your face.
I see my image in you, looking into your eyes,
I see you in myself, my joy.
I have chosen faith in an idol (you are my idol!)
For your wine I chose the path of intoxication.
Genesis gives me love, but without you,
And I chose Non-existence (to be with you!).
Oh, the beginning of God's letter! It's you.
Oh, a mirror of supreme beauty! It's you.
There is nothing in the world that is not you.
Look within yourself, if something is missing: it is you.
My beloved came to me in the night,
To spite my enemies I lit my lamp.
And let the moon go down, the candle go out -
With you, the night is as bright to me as the day.
You touched my soul like grace. Who are you?
And, not myself, I ask: go through again! Who are you?
Oh, for God's sake... No, rather, for the sake of the heart,
Sit down with me, and I’ll start guessing: who are you?
Many centuries have passed, and rubai about love, the scientist, and also the philosopher Omar Khayyam are on the lips of many. Quotes about love for a woman, aphorisms from his little quatrains are quite often posted as statuses on social networks, as they carry deep meaning, the wisdom of the ages.
It is worth noting that Omar Khayyam went down in history, first of all, as a scientist who made a number of important scientific discoveries, thereby going far ahead of his time.
Seeing the statuses taken from the work of the great Azerbaijani philosopher, one can perceive a certain pessimistic mood, but by deeply analyzing the words, as well as phrases, the hidden subtext of the quote is captured, one can see the ardent, deep love for life. Just a few lines can convey a clear protest against the imperfections of the world around us, thus, statuses can indicate the life position of the person who posted them.
Poems by the famous philosopher, describing love for a woman and, in fact, for life itself, can be easily found on the World Wide Web. Winged sayings, aphorisms, as well as phrases in pictures carry centuries, they so subtly trace thoughts about the meaning of life, the purpose of man on Earth.
Omar Khayyam’s book “Rubai of Love” is a capacious combination of wisdom, slyness, and sophisticated humor. In many quatrains you can read not only about high feelings for a woman, but also judgments about God, statements about wine, the meaning of life. All this is not without reason. The ancient thinker masterfully polished each line of the quatrain, like a skilled jeweler polishing the edges of a precious stone. But how do lofty words about fidelity and feelings for a woman combine with lines about wine, since the Koran at that time strictly forbade the consumption of wine?
In the poems of Omar Khayyam, the drinking person was a kind of symbol of freedom; in the rubai, a departure from the established framework - religious canons - is clearly visible. The thinker’s lines about life carry subtle subtext, which is why wise quotes, as well as phrases, are relevant to this day.
Omar Khayyam did not take his poetry seriously; most likely, rubai were written for the soul, allowing him to take a little break from scientific work and look at life philosophically. Quotes, as well as phrases from the rubaiyat, talking about love, have turned into aphorisms, catchphrases and, after many centuries, continue to live, as evidenced by statuses on social networks. But the poet did not at all crave such fame, because his vocation was the exact sciences: astronomy and mathematics.
In the hidden meaning of the poetic lines of the Tajik-Persian poet, a person is considered the highest value; the main purpose of being in this world, in his opinion, is to find one’s own happiness. That is why the poems of Omar Khayyam contain so many discussions about fidelity, friendship, and the relationship of men to women. The poet protests against selfishness, wealth and power, this is evidenced by succinct quotes and phrases from his works.
Wise lines, which over time turned into popular sayings, advise both men and women to find the love of their lives, look into their inner world, look for a light invisible to others, and thus understand the meaning of their existence on Earth.
A person's wealth is his spiritual world. Wise thoughts, quotes, and phrases of the philosopher do not age over the centuries, but rather are filled with new meaning, which is why they are often used as social network statuses.
Omar Khayyam is a humanist; he perceives a person, along with his spiritual values, as something valuable. It encourages you to enjoy life, find love, and enjoy every minute you live. The unique style of presentation allows the poet to express what cannot be conveyed in plain text.
Statuses from social networks give an idea of a person’s thoughts and values, even without ever seeing him. Wise lines, quotes and phrases speak of the subtle mental organization of the person who presented them as statuses. Aphorisms about fidelity say that finding love is a huge reward from God, it must be appreciated, it is revered by both women and men throughout their lives.
