Be not benefactor, to tyrannise then.
If kindness and tyranny, joy, grief, are new;
All new things must die. God inherits.[231] That’s true.
’Tis dawn. O of dawn Thou who art the sole cause!
Excuse for me make to Husāmu-’d-Dīn’s laws.[232]
Excuses for angels and souls Thou canst see;
Thou art the soul’s life; coral’s shine is from Thee.[233]265
From Thy light have sprung men and brightness of dawn.[234]
We’re all aided by Thee, Thou cup of wine drawn.
Why does Thy gift keep me in constant suspense;—