Omar Khayyam, the Persian poet, philosopher, and mathematician, is known not only for his rubaiyat about the transience of existence and the wisdom of life, but also for his heartfelt poems dedicated to the beauty of women. His lyrical heroine is the embodiment of earthly pleasures, a source of inspiration, and an object of passionate admiration. In these verses, Khayyam extols not only the external attractiveness but also the inner world, mind, and soul of the beautiful stranger, seeing in her a reflection of divine harmony. He does not idealize his beloved, but rather portrays her as vibrant, sensual, and unique, making his poetry particularly valuable and relevant.<\/p>\n
\nO, a cup full of wine, Like the face of one who dreams, And her curls are like smoke That rises above the ruby. In her eyes is the azure of heaven, In her smile is a bright ray of sun. Oh, how sweet is this gloom, When she clings to me!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDon't ask me what's in my heart...<\/h2>\n
\nDon't ask me what's in my heart, O beauty that eclipses my mind! Only your image, like a flame in a fire, gives birth to hope and love in me. And let them talk about the frailty of everything, about the futility of desires and aspirations, while I gaze into your radiance, I will forget all my doubts.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nIn the garden of love, where roses bloomed...<\/h2>\n
\nIn the garden of love, where roses bloomed, I alone saw your beautiful face. And the fragrances that floated around, quietly whispered only of you to me. What a pity that life is but a moment, a brief dream, and your beauty is not eternal in the world. But in my memory, like a wondrous ringing, it will remain forever in this lyre.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWine and a maiden \u2013 that\u2019s my ideal\u2026<\/h2>\n
\nWine and a maiden\u2014that's my ideal, Two suns that shine before me. In her eyes\u2014celestial crystal, In wine\u2014oblivion and earthly peace. Let the sages speak of evil and right, Of duty, honor, and strict rules. I will prefer all my settings to her, And drown in her charm.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA smile on the lips is like the morning dawn...<\/h2>\n
\nA smile on your lips is like the morning dawn, which gently dissolves the darkness of night. And in this moment there are no more doubts, only the heart beats joyfully in your chest. Oh, how beautiful you are in your beauty, how wondrous every gesture, every movement of your gaze! I am drowning in the sweet dew that flows from your lips like grace.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDo not look for truth in the books of the wise...<\/h2>\n
\nDon't seek truth in the books of the sages, You will find it in her eyes. And all doubts, sorrows, without words, In tender embraces you will quietly carry away. She is a riddle, a mystery of existence, A source of inspiration and desires. And only with her, oh my star, my own, I will know delight and hope.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nIn her braids there is a silvery moonlight...<\/h2>\n
\nIn her hair is the silvery light of the moon, And on her cheeks is the blush of dawn. She is my angel, sent from heaven, And without her I cannot find life. Even if the world around me is full of worries and troubles, But in her arms I forget everything. She is my paradise, my eternal, sweet trace, And in my heart she will live forever with fire.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWine and a virgin \u2013 an eternal tandem\u2026<\/h2>\n
\nWine and a maiden \u2013 an eternal tandem, two delights that life bestows. In her eyes \u2013 heavenly expanse, In wine \u2013 oblivion, so sweetly dreamed. Oh, how beautiful you are in the moonlight, How wondrous your voice, like a nightingale! I drown in a sweet greeting, And forget my melancholy and lies.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDon't believe in words, believe only in beauty...<\/h2>\n
\nDon't believe words, believe only in beauty, Which is tenderly reflected in the maiden's face. She is my world, my sacred essence, And in her my soul is forever dissolved. Let the sages speak of the transience of time, Of the futility of desires and aspirations. I will prefer all my bows to her, And drown in her charm, without a doubt.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe scent of spring is in her breath...<\/h2>\n
\nThere's the scent of spring in her breath, And the babbling of a stream in her voice. She's my dream, filled with dreams, And without her, life is just a fraction of a second. Even though the world around me is full of sadness and melancholy, But in her arms I find peace. She's my light, my angel incarnate, And she will live with you forever in my heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nOh, maiden, you are like a wonderful garden...<\/h2>\n
\nOh, maiden, you are like a wondrous garden, Where the roses of passion tenderly bloom. And every breath, every glance, Proclaims only my love to you. I will drown in your eyes, Like a traveler in an oasis in the desert. And I will forget all about everything, Only about you, my divine one.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWine and a maiden are the two wings of my soul...<\/h2>\n
\nWine and a maiden are the two wings of my soul, which lift me up to the heavenly reaches. She is my light, which drowns out the darkness of the night, and wine is the oblivion that gives me sorrow. Even though the world around me is full of deceit and lies, I find refuge in her embrace. She is my joy, my hope, my life, and without her I cannot live in this world.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThere is a bright ray of sunshine in her smile...<\/h2>\n
\nHer smile is a bright ray of sunshine, warming my heart in the winter cold. She is my angel, sent from heaven, and without her, life is just a heavy burden. I will drown in her eyes, as in the sea, and forget all my worries. She is my destiny, my sacred sorrow, and will live forever in peace in my heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDon't look for perfection in beauty...<\/h2>\n
\nDon't seek perfection in beauty, It contains the mystery of life, an eternal paradox. It is like a flame that burns in the darkness, And leaves a tender trace in the heart. Let the sages speak of the transience of time, Of the futility of desires and aspirations. I will prefer all my bows to her, And drown in her charm, without a doubt.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Omar Khayyam, a Persian poet, philosopher and mathematician, is known not only for his rubai about the transience of existence and the wisdom of life, but also<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1176","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1176","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1176"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1176\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":174419,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1176\/revisions\/174419"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1176"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1176"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1176"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}