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The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Explained

Revised & Expanded Edition
by Paramhansa Yogananda, edited by Swami Kriyananda



Editor's Preface

Omar Khayyam and Edward FitzGerald

Introduction

 

Stanzas:

One—Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

Two—Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky

Three—And, as the Cock crew

Four—Now the New Year reviving old Desires

Five—Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose

Six—And David's Lips are lock't

Seven—Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring

Eight—And look—a thousand Blossoms with the Day

Nine—But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot

Ten—With me along some Strip of Herbage strown

Eleven—Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough

Twelve— "How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"

Thirteen—Look to the Rose that blows about us

Fourteen—The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon

Fifteen—And those who husbanded the Golden Grain

Sixteen—Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai

Seventeen—They say the Lion and the Lizard keep

Eighteen—I sometimes think that never blows so red

Nineteen—And this delightful Herb whose tender Green

Twenty—Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup

Twenty-one—Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best

Twenty-two—And we, that now make merry in the Room

Twenty-three—Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend

Twenty-four—Alike for those who for Today prepare

Twenty-five—Why, all the Saints and Sages

Twenty-six—Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise

Twenty-seven—Myself when young did eagerly frequent

Twenty-eight—With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow

Twenty-nine—Into this Universe, and why not knowing

Thirty—What, without asking, hither hurried whence?

Thirty-one—Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate

Thirty-two—There was a Door to which I found no Key

Thirty-three—Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried

Thirty-four—Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn

Thirty-five—I think the Vessel, that with fugitive Articulation answer'd

Thirty-six—For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day

Thirty-seven—Ah, fill the Cup—what boots it to repeat

Thirty-eight—One Moment in Annihilation's Waste

Thirty-nine—How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit

Forty—You know, my Friends, how long since in my House

Forty-one—For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line

Forty-two—And lately, by the Tavern Door agape

Forty-three—The Grape that can with Logic absolute

Forty-four—The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord

Forty-five—But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me

Forty-six— 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show

Forty-seven—And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press

Forty-eight—While the Rose blows along the River Brink

Forty-nine— 'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days

Fifty—The Ball no Question makes of Ayes or Noes

Fifty-one—The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ

Fifty-two—And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky

Fifty-three—With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead

Fifty-four—I tell Thee this—When, starting from the Goal

Fifty-five—The Vine had struck a Fibre

Fifty-six—And this I know: whether the one True Light

Fifty-seven—Oh Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with Gin

Fifty-eight—Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make

Fifty-nine—Listen again. One Evening at the Close of Ramazan

Sixty—And, strange to tell, among the Earthen Lot

Sixty-one—Then said another—"Surely not in vain"

Sixty-two—Another said—"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy"

Sixty-three—None answer'd this; but after Silence

Sixty-four—Said one—"Folks of a surly Tapster tell"

Sixty-five—Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh

Sixty-six—So while the Vessels one by one were speaking

Sixty-seven—Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide

Sixty-eight—That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare

Sixty-nine—Indeed the Idols I have loved so long

Seventy—Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore

Seventy-one—And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel

Seventy-two—Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!

Seventy-three—Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire

Seventy-four—Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane

Seventy-five—And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass



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