The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

by Yogananda, Paramhansa

• ISBN13: 9781565892279
• ISBN10: 1565892275
• Edition: 2nd
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2008-06-11
• Publisher: Crystal Clarity Publishers

Summary

Now after eight centuries, Paramhansa Yogananda, one of the great mystics of our times, a master of yoga and the author of the now-classic Autobiography of a Yogi, explains the mystery behind Omar's famous mystical poem. The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Explained is available at last, edited by one of Yogananda's close disciples, J. Donald Walters. This new & expanded version is now available in paperback.

Table of Contents

Editor's Preface to the Second Edition	p. ix
Editor's Preface	p. xi
Omar Khayyam and Edward FitzGerald	p. xvii
Introduction	p. xx
Stanza
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night	p. 2
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky	p. 6
And, as the Cock crew	p. 10
Now the New Year reviving old Desires	p. 16
Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose	p. 20
And David's Lips are lock't	p. 24
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring	p. 28
And look-a thousand Blossoms with the Day	p. 32
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot	p. 36
With me along some Strip of Herbage strown	p. 42
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough	p. 48
"How sweet is mortal Sovranty!"	p. 54
Look to the Rose that blows about us	p. 58
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon	p. 64
And those who husbanded the Golden Grain	p. 70
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai	p. 74
They say the Lion and the Lizard keep	p. 78
I sometimes think that never blows so red	p. 82
And this delightful Herb whose tender Green	p. 86
Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup	p. 90
Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best	p. 94
And we, that now make merry in the Room	p. 98
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend	p. 102
A like for those who for Today prepare	p. 106
Why, all the Saints and Sages	p. 110
Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise	p. 114
Myself when young did eagerly frequent	p. 118
With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow	p. 122
Into this Universe, and why not knowing	p. 126
What, without asking, hither hurried whence?	p. 130
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate	p. 134
There was a Door to which I found no Key	p. 148
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried	p. 152
Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn	p. 156
I think the Vessel, that with fugitive Articulation answer'd	p. 162
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day	p. 168
Ah, fill the Cup: - what boots it to repeat	p. 172
One Moment in Annihilation's Waste	p. 176
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit	p. 182
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House	p. 186
For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line	p. 190
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape	p. 194
The Grape that can with Logic absolute	p. 198
The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord	p. 202
But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me	p. 206
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show	p. 210
And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press	p. 216
While the Rose blows along the River Brink	p. 220
'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days	p. 224
The Ball no Question makes of Ayes or Noes	p. 230
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ	p. 236
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky	p. 242
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead	p. 246
I tell Thee this - When, starting from the Goal	p. 252
The Vine had struck a Fibre	p. 256
And this I know: whether the one True Light	p. 262
Oh Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with Gin	p. 266
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make	p. 272
Listen again. One Evening at the Close of Ramazan	p. 278
And, strange to tell, among the Earthen Lot	p. 282
Then said another - "Surely not in vain	p. 286
Another said - "Why, ne'er a peevish Boy	p. 292
None answer'd this; but after Silence	p. 296
Said one - "Folks of a surly Tapster tell	p. 300
Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh	p. 304
So while the Vessels one by one were speaking	p. 310
Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide	p. 316
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare	p. 320
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long	p. 324
Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore	p. 328
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel	p. 332
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!	p. 336
Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire	p. 340
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane	p. 348
And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass	p. 352
About the Author	p. 357
Further Explorations	p. 359
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