Will ever to Maisuna's heart
Be dearer, pamper'd fool, than thee.
TO MY FATHER[29]
(By the Caliph Yazid)
Must then my failings from the shaft
Of anger ne'er escape?
And dost thou storm because I've quaff'd
The water of the grape?
That I can thus from wine be driv'n
Thou surely ne'er canst think—