And not a pang which vexes human flesh,
And not a problem which the Sufis thresh,
But scared my body or perplexed my soul,
And what I felt each man must feel afresh.
So, brother, by Allah! forbear to weep:
Life is a wine which you may drink as deep
As ever I did, for the hour will come
When you, like old Khayyam, will fall asleep.
Therefore, O northern singer! prithee cease
To vex my sprite with questions. Know, thy lease