For thou hast known
That laurel crowns are idle vanity;
There is no worldly rank thou covetest,
And what to thee is Suleiman's high throne?
MUSHAFI.
[XXXIV.]
Where has my childhood gone, where are its placid years?
For cruel youth hath brought passion and bitter tears.
To the Creator now I from the dust complain—
Beauty, the thing he made, brings with it only pain.