“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!”

— Omar Khayyám

Source: The Rubaiyat (1120)

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Persian poet, philosopher, mathematician, and astronomer 1048–1131

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