With Him, oh Braggart, thou would’st raise dispute!
Although His thrall shall miss the road and err,
’Tis but to teach him wisdom through distress,
Else Pardon and Compassionate Mercy were
But empty syllables and meaningless.
The Zealot thirsts for draughts of Kausar’s wine,
And Hafiz doth an earthly cup prefer—
But what, between the two, is God’s design?
XII
Where is my ruined life, and where the fame