When born, in tears we saw thee drowned,
While thine assembled friends around,
With smiles their joy confessed;
So live, that at thy parting hour,
They may the flood of sorrow pour,
And thou in smiles be dressed!
TO A CAT
(By Ibn Alalaf Alnaharwany)
Poor puss is gone! 'Tis fate's decree—
Yet I must still her loss deplore,