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Now and then will never agree.
Whoso has a banquet dressed
Is with glad mind satisfied,
Scaping from the snares of Dews.
Alas for youth! 'tis gone in wind :
Happy he who spent it well!
Give me wine, that I o'erleap
Both worlds at a single spring.
Stole, at dawn, from glowing spheres
Call of Houris to mine ear :-

O happy bird ! delicious soul!
Spread thy pinion, break the cage;
Sit on the roof of seven domes,
Where the spirit takes repose.
In the time of Bisurdschimihr,
Menutscheher's beauty shined.
On the beaker of Nushirvan,
Wrote they once in elder times,
“ Hear the counsel ; learn from us
Sample of the course of things :
Earth-it is a place of sorrow,
Scanty joys are here below;
Who has nothing has no sorrow.'
Where is Jam, and where his cup ?
Solomon and his mirror, where ?
Which of the wise masters knows
What time Kauss and Jam existed ?
When those heroes left this world,
Left they nothing but their names.
Bind thy heart not to the earth ;
When thou goest, come not back ;
Fools squander on the world their hearts,
League with it is feud with heaven :
Never gives it what thou wishest.
A cup of wine imparts the sight
Of the five heaven-domes with nine steps:
Whoso can himself renounce
Without support shall walk thereon ;-
Who discreet is, is not wise.

Give me, boy, the Kaisar cup,
Which rejoices heart and soul.
Under type of wine and cup
Signify we purest love.
Youth like lightning disappears ;

goes by us as the wind.
Leave the dwelling with six doors,
And the serpent with nine heads;
Life and silver spend thou freely
If thou honourest the soul.
Haste into the other life;
All is naught save God alone.
Give me, boy, this toy of Dæmons;
When the cup of Jam was lost,
Him availed the world no more.
Fetch the wineglass made of ice;
Wake the torpid heart with wine.
Every clod of loam below us
Is a skull of Alexander ;
Oceans are the blood of princes :
Desert sands the dust of beauties.
More than one Darius was there
Who the whole world overcame;
But, since these gave up the ghost,
Thinkest thou they never were ?

Boy, go from me to the Shah;
Say to him, “Shah, crowned as Jam,
Win thou first the poor man's heart,
Then the glass ; so know the world.
Empty sorrows from the earth
Canst thou drive away with wine.
Now in thy throne's recent beauty,
In the flowing tide of power,
Moon of fortune, mighty king,
Whose tiara sheddeth lustre,
Peace secure to fish and fowl,
Heart and eye-sparkle to saints ; -
Shoreless is the sea of praise ;
I content me with a prayer :
From-Nisami's poet-works,

Fairest ornament of speech,
Here a verse will I recite,
Verse as beautiful as pearls :

More kingdoms wait thy diadem
Than are known to thee by name;
Thee may sovran Destiny
Grant a victory every morn.'”



F Paradise, O hermit wise,

Let us renounce the thought; Of old therein our names of sin

Allah recorded not.


Who dear to God on earthly sod

No rice or barley plants,
The same is glad that life is had,

Though corn he wants.

O just fakir, with brow austere,

Forbid me not the vine ;
On the first day, poor Hafiz' clay

Was kneaded up with wine.

Thy mind the mosque and cool kiosk,

Spare fast and orisons ;
Mine me allows the drinking-house,

And sweet chase of the nuns.

He is no dervise, Heaven slights his service.

Who shall refuse There in the banquet to pawn his blanket

For Schiraz' juice.

Who his friend's skirt or hem of his shirt

Shall spare to pledge,
To him Eden's bliss and Angel's kiss

Shall want their edge.

Up! Hafiz, grace from high God's face

Beams on thee pure ;
Shy thou not hell, and trust thou well,

Heaven is secure.



Y fate, not option, frugal Nature gave

One scent to hyson and to wall-flower,
One sound to pine-groves and to waterfalls,
One aspect to the desert and the lake.
It was her stern necessity: all things
Are of one pattern made ; bird, beast, and flower,
Song, picture, form, space, thought, and character
Deceive us, seeming to be many things,
And are but one.

Beheld far off, they part
As God and devil ; bring them to the mind,
They dull its edge with their monotony.
To know one element, explore another,
And in the second reappears the first.
The specious panorama of a year
But multiplies the image of a day,–
A belt of mirrors round a taper's flame ;
And universal Nature, through her vast
And crowded hole, an infinite paroquet,
Repeats one note.


When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, “ This be thy portion, child ; this chalice, Less than a lily's, thou shalt daily draw From my great arteries, nor less, nor more.” All substances the cunning chemist Time Melts down into that liquor of my life,Friends, foes, joys, fortunes, beauty, and disgust. And whether I am angry or content, Indebted or insulted, loved or hurt, All he distils into sidereal wine And brims my little cup; heedless, alas ! Of all he sheds how little it will hold, How much runs over on the desert sands. If a new Muse draw me with splendid ray, And I uplift myself into its heave The needs of the first sight absorb my blood, And all the following hours of the day Drag a ridiculous age. To-day, when friends approach, and every hour Brings book, or star-bright scroll of genius, The little cup will hold not a bead more, And all the costly liquor runs to waste; Nor gives the jealous lord one diamond drop So to be husbanded for poorer days. Why need I volumes, if one word suffice ? Why need I galleries, when a pupil's draught After the master's sketch fills and o'erfills My apprehension ? Why seek Italy, Who cannot circumnavigate the sea Of thoughts and things at home, but still adjourn The nearest matters for a thousand days ?

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