OMAR KHAYYAM
زان پیش که ناگه شود از باد اجل، پیراهن عمر ما چو پیراهن گل
Z-ân pish ke nâgah shavad az bâd-e ajal, pirâhan-e omr-e mâ cho pirâhan-e gol
Before the wind of death suddenly comes, and the garment of our life becomes like the garment of a rose.