Today, I will share the photos I took while visiting the Shahnameh Museum located in the Saad Al-Saltaneh Caravanserai in Qazvin with you All the works that you see in Shahnameh Museum or Anthropology

Source Ghiyasuddin Abul Fateh Omar Ibn Ibrahim Al-Khayyam Nishapuri or Umar Khayyam was one of the most legendary Persian poets of all time. Born in 1048 in the city of Balkh in present-day Afghanistan,

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And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted - 'Open then the Door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.' Omar Khayyám

Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, "Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

Into this Universe, and why not knowing, Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing: And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing. Omar Khayyám

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

I Had a Talk with my Mind Last night I had a talk with my mind I have some things to ask you, I said You, who are the base of every possible knowledge, Should show me my way I'm fed up with living, what

Sen bu dünyanın sırrına eremezsin Erenlerin dilini de sökemezsin Öyleyse iç şarabı, cennet et dünyayı Öteki cennete ya girer, ya giremezsin

Omar Khayyam A persian philosopher Born: May 18, 1048 Died: December 4, 1131

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دنیا به مثل چو کوزهٔ زرین است گه آب در او تلخ و گهی شیرین است تو غره مشو که عمر من چندین است کاین اسب عمل مدام زیر زین است ابوسعید ابوالخیر

“How sweet is mortal Sovranty!”—think some: Others—”How blest the Paradise to come!” Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest; Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum! گویند کسان بهشت با حور خوشست من

خیام تنت بخیمه میماند راست سلطان روحست و منزلش دار بقاست فراش اجل برای دیگر منزل از پافگند خیمه چو سلطان برخاست ابوسعید ابوالخیر

Into this Universe, and why not knowing, Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing: And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing. ​ رباعی اوّل این یک دو سه روز نوبت

ای دل عبث مخور غم دنیا را فکرت مکن نیامده فردا را کنج قفس چو نیک بیندیشی چون گلشن است مرغ شکیبا را بشکاف خاک را و ببین آنگه بی مهری زمانهٔ رسوا را این دشت، خوابگاه شهیدانست فرصت شمار وقت تماشا را از عمر

دیدم به سر عمارتی مردی فرد کو گِل بلگد می زد و خوارش می کرد وان گِل با زبان حال با او می گفت ساکن ، که چو من بسی لگد خواهی کرد

ای بس که نباشیم و جهان خواهد بود نی نام زما و نه نشان خواهد بود زین پیش نبودیم و نبد هیچ خلل زین پس چو نباشیم همان خواهد بود