Would you with Allah be angry when the winds of winter blow?
Weep not, Hafiz, poor and lonely, but not all unhappy man,
While your life’s as true and upright as ordained by Alkoran.
LOTUS.
I love the Lotus-blossom when it wreathes
Its painted petals in my sweetheart’s tresses,
And she, enchanted by its odour, breathes
Soft words of love, and soothes with soft caresses.