Waw.

221. (390.)

O Love, for ever doth heaven's wheel design
To take away thy precious life, and mine;
Sit we upon this turf, 'twill not be long
Ere turf shall grow upon my dust, and thine!

222. (392.)

Yon palace, towering to the welkin blue,
Where kings did bow them down, and homage do,
I saw a ringdove on its arches perched,

And thus she made complaint, “Coo Coo, Coo, Coo!"

223. (393.)

We come and go, but for the gain, where is it? And spin life's woof, but for the warp, where is it? And many a righteous man has burned to dust 'Neath heaven's blue rondure, but their smoke, where is it?

224. (395.)

Such as I am, Thy power created me,

Thy care hath kept me for a century!

Through all these years I make experiment, If my sins or Thy mercy greater be.

225. (396.)

"Take up thy cup and goblet, Love," I said,

'Haunt purling river bank, and grassy glade;

Full many a moon-like form has heaven's wheel Oft into cup, oft into goblet, made!"

226. (397.)

We buy new wine and old, our cups to fill,
And sell for two grains this world's good and ill;

Know you where you will go

to after death?

Set wine before me, and go where you will!

227. (398.)

Was e'er man born who never went astray?

Did ever mortal pass a sinless day?

If I do ill, do not requite with ill! Evil for evil how canst Thou repay?

G

228. (401.)

Man, like a ball, hither and thither goes,

As fate's resistless bat directs the blows;

But He, who gives thee up to this rude sport,

He knows what drives thee, yea, He knows, He know

229. (403.)

Let not base avarice enslave thy mind,
Nor vain ambition in its trammels bind;
Be sharp as fire, as running water swift,
Not, like earth's dust, the sport of every wind!

He.

230. (406.)

O THOU who hast done ill, and ill alone,
And thinkest to find mercy at the throne,
Hope not for mercy! for good left undone
Cannot be done, nor evil done undone !

231. (408.)

These heavens, methinks, are like an o'erturned cup,
Whereto the wise with awe keep gazing up;
So o'er his love, the cup, the bottle stoops,
Feigning to kiss, and gives her blood to sup!

232. (410.)

The drop wept for his severance from the sea,

But the sea smiled, for "I am all," said he,

"The Truth is all in all, there's naught beside,

That one point circling apes plurality."

233. (414.)

Bulbuls, doting on roses, oft complain
How froward breezes rend their veils in twain;
Sit we beneath this rose, which many a time
Has dropped to earth, and sprung from earth again.

234. (418.)

Alas! my wasted life has gone to wrack!
What with forbidden meats, and lusts, alack!
And leaving undone what 'twas right to do,
And doing wrong, my face is very black!

235. (419.)

I could repent of all, but of wine, never!

I could dispense with all, but with wine, never!
If so be I became a Musulman,

Could I abjure my Magian wine? no, never!

236. (420.)

We rest our hopes on Thy free grace alone,
Nor seek by merits for our sins to atone;
Mercy drops where it lists, and estimates
Ill done as undone, good undone as done.