fe.

159. (291.)

In truth wine is a spirit thin as air,

A limpid soul in the cup's earthen ware;

No dull dense person shall be friend of mine Save wine-cups, which are dense and also rare.

O WHEEL of heaven! no ties of bread you feel,
No ties of salt, you flay me like an eel!

A woman's wheel spins clothes for man and wife, It does more good than you, O heavenly wheel!

161. (293.)

Did no fair rose my paradise adorn,

I would make shift to deck it with a thorn;
And if I lacked my prayer-mats, beads, and Shaikh,
Those Christian bells and stoles I would not scorn.

If heaven deny me peace and fame,” I said,

"Let it be open war and shame instead;

The man who scorns bright wine had best beware,

I'll arm me with a stone, and break his head!"

163. (295.)

See the dawn breaks, and rends night's canopy: Arise! and drain a morning draught with me!

Away with gloom! full many a dawn will break Looking for us, and we not here to see!

Lam.

164. (301.)

GIVE me my cup in hand, and sing a glee
In concert with the bulbuls' symphony;

Wine would not gurgle as it leaves the flask,
If drinking mute were right for thee and me!

165. (302.)

The "Truth" will not be shown to lofty thought,
Nor yet with lavished gold may it be bought;
Till self be mortified for fifty years,

From words to "states" of heart you'll not be brought.

166. (303.)

I solved all problems, down from Saturn's wreath
Unto this lowly sphere of earth beneath,

And leapt out free from bonds of fraud and lies, Yea, every knot was loosed, save that of death!

167. (304.)

Peace! the eternal "Has been" and "To be Pass man's experience, and man's theory;

In joyful seasons naught can vie with wine, To all these riddles wine supplies the key!