"O heart! be joyful, for thy ruthless Love
Sits down ill-temper'd at the sphere above.
"To make the false, harsh world thyself pass o'er,
Ne'er promise falsely and be harsh no more.
"If beat misfortune's waves upon heaven's roof,
Devout men's fate and gear bide ocean-proof.
"Háfiz, if lasting
Were enjoyment's day,
Jem's throne would never
Have been swept away."
CXLV
Breeze of the North, thy news allays my fears:
The hour of meeting with my Loved one nears.
Prospered by Heaven, O carrier pigeon, fly:
Hail to thee, hail to thee, come nigh, come nigh!
How fares our Salmâ? What Zú Salam's state?
Our neighbors there—are they unscathed by Fate?
The once gay banquet-hall is now devoid
Of circling goblets, and of friends who joyed.
Perished the mansion with its lot serene:
Interrogate the mounds where once 'twas seen.