When Allah mixed my clay, He knew full well Nothing without His fiat can I do; Is it then just to punish me in hell? تلكرا 56. (102.) If grace be grace and Allah gracious be, In Grace to poor sinners shown is grace indeed d; grace hard earned by works no grace I see. 57. (103.) Dame Fortune's smiles are full of guile, beware! 58. (104.) Where'er you see a rose or tulip bed, Know that a mighty monarch's blood was shed; Wine is a melting ruby, cup its mine; Cup is the body and the soul is wine; These goblets smile with wine of ruddy hue, Like tears, that blood of wounded hearts enshrine. 60. (107.) Drink wine! long must you sleep within the tomb, 61. (108.) They preach how sweet those Houri brides will be, But I say wine is sweeter-taste and see! Hold fast this cash, and let that credit go, And shun the din of empty drums like me. 62. (109.) Once and again my soul did me implore, Who knows that letter well need learn no more. I came not hither of my own free-will, Cupbearer! gird thy loins, and fetch some wine; To purge the world's despite, my goblet fill. 64. (112.) Sweet is the breath of spring to rose's face, 65. (113.) To-night pour wine, and sing a dulcet air, Yea, pour some wine as rosy as thy cheeks, 66. (114.) Pen, tablet, heaven and hell I looked to see At last the master-sage instructed me, "Pen, tablet, heaven and hell are all in thee." 67. (115.) The fruit of certitude he cannot pluck, The path that leads thereto who never struck, 68. (116.) Now spring-tide showers its foison on the land, For 'Isa's breath wakes the dead earth to life, 69. (117.) Alas for that cold heart, which never glows 70. (126.) The Master did himself these vessels frame, Why should he cast them out to scorn and shame ? If he has made them well, why should he break them? Yea, though he marred them, they are not to blame. D |