FROM IBN JEMIN.
Two things thou shalt not long for, if thou love a mind serene;—
A woman to thy wife, though she were a crowned queen;
And the second, borrowed money,—though the smiling lender say,
That he will not demand the debt until the Judgment Day.
THE FLUTE.
FROM HILALI.
Hark what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains,
Without tongue, yellow-cheeked, full of winds that wail and sigh;
Saying, Sweetheart! the old mystery remains,—
If I am I; thou, thou; or thou art I?
TO THE SHAH.
FROM HAFIZ.
Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,
Poises Arcturus aloft morning and evening his spear.
TO THE SHAH.
FROM ENWERI.
Not in their houses stand the stars,
But o’er the pinnacles of thine!
TO THE SHAH.
FROM ENWERI.
From thy worth and weight the stars gravitate,
And the equipoise of heaven is thy house’s equipoise.