106. L. B. There being no izafat after yaran, sar i mast must agree with hangam.
Drink wine! long must you sleep within the tomb,
Without a friend, or wife to cheer your gloom;
Hear what I say, and tell it not again,
«Never again can withered tulips bloom.»
107. C. A. B. I. J. This recalls the chorus in the «Oedipus Coloneus.»
They preach how sweet those Houri brides will be,
But I say wine is sweeter—taste and see!
Hold fast this cash, and let that credit go,
And shun the din of empty drums like me.
108. C. L. A. B. I. J. Sin, «nuptials.» Like me, i.e., as I do.
Once and again my soul did me implore,
To teach her, if I might, the heavenly lore;
I bade her learn the Alif well by heart.
Who knows that letter well need learn no more.