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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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