130. (237.)

Many have come, and run their eager race,
Striving for pleasures, luxuries, or place,

And quaffed their wine, and now all silent lie, Enfolded in their parent earth's embrace.

Re.

131. (240.)

HEAVEN multiplies our sorrows day by day,
And grants no joys it does not take away;
If those unborn could know the ills we bear,
What think you, would they rather come or stay?

132. (241.)

Why ponder thus the future to foresee,

And jade thy brain to vain perplexity ?

Cast off thy care, leave Allah's plans to him,

He formed them all without consulting thee.

133. (242.)

The tenants of the tombs to dust decay,
Nescient of self, and all beside are they;

Their crumbling atoms float about the world,
Like mirage clouds, until the judgment-day.

134. (243)

O soul! lay up all earthly goods in store,
Thy mead with pleasure's flowerets spangle o'er;
And know 'tis all as dew, that decks the flowers
For one short night, and then is seen no more!

135. (244)

Heed not the Sunna, nor the law divine;

If to the poor his portion you assign,
And never injure one, nor yet abuse,
I guarantee you heaven, and now some wine!

136. (247.)

The world is baffled in its search for Thee,
Wealth cannot find Thee, no, nor poverty;

All speak of Thee, but none have ears to hear, Thou'rt near to all, but none have eyes to see.

137. (248.)

Take care you never hold a drinking bout
With an ill-tempered, ill-conditioned lout;

He'll make a vile disturbance all night long,
And vile apologies next day, no doubt.

138. (249.)

The starry aspects are not all benign;

Why toil then after vain desires, and pine

To lade thyself with load of fortune's boons, Only to drop it with this life of thine?

139. (252.)

I saw a busy potter by the way

Kneading with might and main a lump of clay;
And, lo! the clay cried, "Use me tenderly,
I was a man myself but yesterday!"

140. (254)

Deep in the rondure of the heavenly blue,
There is a cup, concealed from mortals' view,
Which all must drink in turn; O sigh not then,

But drink it boldly, when it comes to you!

Ze.

141. (257.)

O HEART! this world is but a fleeting show, Why should its empty griefs distress thee so? Bow down, and bear thy fate, the eternal pen Will not unwrite its roll for thee, I trow!

142. (258.)

Who e'er returned of all that went before,
To tell of that long road they travel o'er?
Leave naught undone of what you have to do,
For when you go, you will return no more.

143. (262.)

In taverns better far commune with Thee,
Than pray in mosques, and fail Thy face to see!
O first and last of all Thy creatures Thou;
'Tis Thine to burn, and Thine to cherish me!