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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - - -Title: Hafiz in London - - -Author: Hāfiz, 1th cent. - - - -Release Date: March 8, 2016 [eBook #51392] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - - -***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HAFIZ IN LONDON*** - - -E-text prepared by Emmanuel Ackerman and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page images generously made -available by Internet Archive (https://archive.org) - - - -Note: Images of the original pages are available through - Internet Archive. See - https://archive.org/details/hafizinlondontra00hafiuoft - - - - - -HAFIZ IN LONDON - - -Printed by -Spottiswoode and Co., New-Street Square -London - - -HAFIZ IN LONDON - -by - -JUSTIN HUNTLY McCARTHY, M.P. - - - ﺍﻛﺮ ﺑﺰﻟﻒ ﺫﺭﺍﺯ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺳﻦ ﻣﺎ ﻧﺮ ﺳﺪ - ﻛﻨﺎﻩ ﺑﺨﺖ ﭘﺮﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻛﻮﺗﻪ ﻣﺎﺳﺖ - - - - - - - -London -Chatto & Windus, Piccadilly -1886 - -[The right of translation is reserved] - - - - -_DEDICATION._ - - - Ferangis, at thy feet I lay - These roses from the haunted coast - Of Faristan, whose poets boast - Their Rocknabad and Mosellay; - For I was in Shiraz to-day, - With ancient Hafiz for my host, - Who, like a comfortable ghost, - With Persian roses crowned my stay. - They are thy tribute from the land - Of Khayyam and our Khalifate, - For on their crimson folds of fate - A wizard ciphered with his wand - Words which I dare not here translate, - But you will read and understand. - - - - -_CONTENTS._ - - - PAGE - DEDICATION v - HAFIZ IN LONDON 1 - MEMORY 6 - ELD 11 - LONG AGO 14 - VANITY 19 - KAIF 21 - YOU AND I 25 - CONSOLATION 28 - LOTUS 31 - PHILOSOPHY FOR OTHERS 33 - WISDOM 36 - RENUNCIATION 38 - AFTER RHAMAZAN 40 - LONELY 44 - COURAGE 47 - VINE-VISIONS 49 - A DREAM 52 - ATTAR OF LOVE 58 - VAULTING AMBITION 60 - A NIGHT-PIECE 62 - FALLEN ANGELS 65 - PRAISE OF WINE 67 - HAROUN ER-RASHEED’S POET 70 - GHAZEL 74 - THE GRAVE OF OMAR-I-KHAYYAM 77 - OMAR ANSWERS 86 - TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE - - - - -HAFIZ IN LONDON. - - - - -_HAFIZ IN LONDON._ - - - Hafiz in London! even so. - For not alone by Rukni’s flow - The ruddy Persian roses grow. - - Not only ’neath the cypress groves, - With soul on fire the singer roves, - And tells the laughing stars his loves. - - Here in this city--where I brood - Beside the river’s darkling flood, - And feed the fever in my blood - - With Eastern fancies quaintly traced - On yellow parchment, half effaced - In verses subtly interlaced-- - - Men eat and drink, men love and die, - Beneath this leaden London sky, - As eastward where the hoopoos fly, - - And through the tranquil evening air - A muezzin from the turret stair - Summons all faithful souls to prayer. - - And we who drink the Saki’s wine - Believe its juice no less divine - Than filled, Hafiz, that cup of thine. - - Master and most benign of shades, - Before thy gracious phantom fades - To Mosellay’s enchanted glades, - - Breathe on my lips, and o’er my brain - Some comfort for thy child, whose pain - Strives as you strove, but strives in vain. - - When sundown sets the world on fire, - The music of the Master’s lyre - Deadens the ache of keen desire. - - Reading this painted Persian page, - Where, half a lover, half a sage, - You built your heart a golden cage, - - My fancy, skimming southern seas, - Wanders at twilight where the breeze - Flutters the dark pomegranate trees. - - We all are sultans in our dreams - Of gardens where the sunlight gleams - On fairer flowers and clearer streams; - - And thus in dreams I seek my home - Where dim Shiraz, dome after dome, - Smiles on the water’s silver foam; - - The dancing girls, with tinkling feet - And many-coloured garments, beat - Their drums adown the twisted street; - - And while the revel sways along, - The scented, flower-crowned, laughing throng - Seem part and parcel of thy song. - - Hafiz, night’s rebel angels sweep - Across the sun; I pledge you deep, - And smiling, sighing, sink to sleep. - - - - -_MEMORY._ - - - Sitting silent in the twilight, faces of my former loves - Float about my fancy softly, like a silver flight of doves. - - Brighter than the stars of heaven is the shining of their eyes, - Sweeter are their angel voices than the speech of Paradise. - - I am old and grey and weary, winter in my blood and brain; - But to-night these haunting phantoms conjure up my youth again. - - Lovingly I name them over, all that world of gracious girls, - Almond-eyed and jasmine-bosomed, like a poet stringing pearls. - - In my tranquil cypress mazes just outside the sleepy town, - Blooms a tribe of laughing lilies fairer than a kingly crown. - - Every lily in the garden wears a woman’s gracious name, - Every lily in the garden set my spirit once aflame; - - And amongst that throng of lilies scarcely whiter than his hair, - Hafiz sits and dreams at sunset of the flowers no longer fair; - - Of the sweethearts dead and buried whom I worshipped long ago, - When this beard as grey as ashes was as sable as the sloe. - - I would weep if I were wiser, but the idle child of song - Leaves reflection to the Mullah, sorrow to the Sufi throng. - - Am I wrong to be contented in the sunlight to rehearse - Pleasant tales of love and lovers in my honey-laden verse? - - While the vinepress with the life-blood of the purple clusters drips, - I forget how slowly, surely, day by day to darkness slips, - - Heedless how beyond the gateway in the field the nations jar, - Hand on throat and hand on sabre in the trampled lanes of war. - - Ah! ’tis better on this pleasant river bank to lie reclined, - While the ghosts of old affections fill the harem of my mind. - - Think no more of love and lasses, Hafiz; you can scarcely hold - The Koran with trembling fingers. Hafiz, you are growing old. - - - - -_ELD._ - - - Hafiz, you are growing old; - Hafiz, all the girls abandon - Bards whose blood is getting cold, - Bards whom Time has laid his hand on. - All the merry songs you sung - In the days when you were young, - Are not worth a feather’s weight - To arrest the fist of Fate - When it jogs your shifting sand on. - - Hafiz, though a tinge of grey - Shames the locks that once were sable, - Drink and laugh the world away, - Swear that eld’s a housewife’s fable; - Vow that youth is always yours - While the graceful gait allures, - While the perfume haunts the rose, - While a ruddy balsam flows - From the flagon on the table. - - Just a word within your ear, - Hafiz: you’re a craven creature - If you waste a single tear - On the thought that every feature - Of the fairest face a maid - Ever showed the sun must fade; - Rather bid your mistress weigh - Youth and beauty’s barren stay, - And a wiser lesson teach her. - - Tell her youth was made for love; - Tell her wine was made for drinking; - Tell her that in heaven above - Mahmoud and his saints are winking - At the golden jest of youth; - Tell her wisdom’s wisest truth - Is, be merry while you may, - Cease regretting yesterday, - Or about to-morrow thinking. - - - - -_LONG AGO._ - - - All my youth’s desires are buried, - Each within its narrow grave; - Long ago their ghosts were ferried - O’er Jaihun’s enchanted wave; - Wild ambitions bright and brave, - Loves that made me serve a slave, - All have slipped away like snow - Long ago. - - Stars in which my youth delighted - Vanish from the heavenly band, - And I wander a benighted - Stranger in a stranger land; - There is no one left to stand - By my side or take my hand, - Of the friends I worshipped so - Long ago. - - One sweet name of all the number - Haunts the chambers of my brain, - One sweet shape disturbs my slumber, - Loved too well and loved in vain. - Ah, Ferangis! give again - Half the pleasure, all the pain, - That my boyhood used to know - Long ago. - - These are dreams: I must remember - That my youthful days are dead, - That the rigours of December - Grizzle e’en a poet’s head. - Gone is gone, and dead is dead, - And no roses bloom as red - As the roses used to blow - Long ago. - - Though my eyes pursue the swallow - As he travels towards the sun, - Aged limbs refuse to follow - Where the fancies lightly run. - Hafiz, cease, the game is done, - Life’s fantastic robe is spun; - Fate marked out the way to go - Long ago. - - You were passionate, my poet, - In your manhood’s golden dawn; - Seized the seed of life to sow it - On the tulip-tinted lawn; - Now you sit at home and yawn, - Withered, grizzled, bent and drawn, - By the hearth: you scorned its glow - Long ago. - - What is left? a sigh, a shudder, - For my past, and for the goal - Where, a boat without a rudder, - Drifts my tempest-troubled soul; - Ah! death’s angel, taking toll, - Shall I find within thy bowl - Better wine than used to flow - Long ago? - - - - -_VANITY._ - - - I dreamt all night of your cold caresses; - Your kisses froze on my lips like flakes - Of pitiless snow that chills and breaks - The warm heart snared in your sombre tresses. - - I woke with a groan in the livid morning, - Groaned and swore I would break away - From the bitter bondage of love, and repay - Laughter with laughter, and scorn with scorning. - - Ere noon was hot in the heavens, I met you; - You had but to smile as you passed, and lo! - I was your lover again. Heigho! - Hate you or love you, I can’t forget you. - - - - -_KAIF._ - - - Mine be the musk and the music, mine be the laughing girl; - Mine be the ample flagon, brimmed with the blood of the vine; - Mine the divan encushioned, watching the dancers twirl; - Mine the narghili serpent, breathing its soul divine. - - Others can juggle with statecraft, others can lust for command; - Others can envy their fellows woman or vintage or gold; - Others can wrangle for title, fight for a rood of land; - Others think souls and bodies things to be bought and sold. - - Such as they are, God made them; such as they are, God guides; - Such as they are, they do their task, fill place in the world - awhile; - Such as they are, they eat and drink, and sleep on the breasts of - their brides; - Such as they are, they sicken and die--may jackals their graves - defile. - - I for my part am happy, I for my part am calm, - I for my part rejoice to the full in the hour that glideth by, - I for my part with all my heart delight in the vineyard’s balm, - I for my part will love and laugh till my moment comes to die. - - Grant me, Allah, digestion; grant me, Allah, desire; - Grant me a mistress with almond eyes and cinnamon-scented breath; - Grant me a golden vessel filled with the vineyard’s fire; - Grant me, Allah, a lazy life, and later a lazy death. - - Dearest, I once was foolish; dearest, I once was young; - Dearest, I once would have sold my soul for the price of a - passionate kiss; - Dearest, you know what your lover was when the songs of his youth - were sung; - Dearest, the devil deserves your soul for driving me down to this. - - - - -_YOU AND I._ - - - Spare your censures, worthy friend, on my love of drinking; - Shut your senses, if you please, to the glasses clinking. - - Only, while you rest with me, prithee keep your curses - For some other fellow’s wine, other fellow’s verses. - - By what frenzy of reproof is your wisdom bitten? - Are the sins that I commit in your volume written? - - If I run a tavern score, you don’t pay the reckoning; - If the Lotus-maiden nods, not to you she’s beckoning. - - Who shall say behind the Veil which is good and evil? - Who shall say if you or I journey to the devil? - - Very varied laws of life you and I are firm on; - Which of us, my friend, is text? which of us is sermon? - - Every sober man or drunk seeks his soul’s ideal; - In the tavern and the mosque love alike is real. - - Paradise is fair indeed; but this side of heaven - There is joy in noonday sun, joy in shades of even. - - Be not boastful of thy worth, for who knows when mounted - To the final judgment-seat how his sum is counted? - - Sanctimonious folk like you, filled with moral phrases, - May be sent, to your surprise, packing off to blazes; - - While poor rogues like us, who drink ere the vintage fail us, - May be plucked to Paradise from this very alehouse. - - - - -_CONSOLATION._ - - - Weep not for the lost Yusuf, in Canaan his eyes shall close; - Weep not for your wasted garden, it shall blossom like the rose. - - Weep not for your nights of revel, weep not for your days of tears, - For an hour’s repentance cancels all the sins of sixty years. - - Weep not, soul with sorrow laden, once again the spring returns; - Singer of the night, your planet once again in heaven burns. - - Weep not for your boyhood’s passions, weep not for your youth’s - despair; - Every poet’s heart was tangled sometime in a woman’s hair. - - Weep not, watcher for to-morrow, that thou never canst prevail - With the stars to tell the secret shrouded up behind the Veil. - - Weep not if life’s gloomy pathway terrifies your wandering soul, - For the byeway, not the highway, best conducteth to the goal. - - Weep not for the loss of brother, grieve not at the gain of foe; - Would you with Allah be angry when the winds of winter blow? - - Weep not, Hafiz, poor and lonely, but not all unhappy man, - While your life’s as true and upright as ordained by Alkoran. - - - - -_LOTUS._ - - - I love the Lotus-blossom when it wreathes - Its painted petals in my sweetheart’s tresses, - And she, enchanted by its odour, breathes - Soft words of love, and soothes with soft caresses. - - I love the Lotus-blossom when it lies - On the white bosom of a sleeping woman, - And falls and rises as the dreamer sighs, - For that love’s sake she yet has told to no man. - - I love the Lotus-blossom, for it grows - On a lone grave beside a silent river; - There my youth’s mistress takes her last repose: - I loved, I hated, and I now forgive her. - - - - -_PHILOSOPHY FOR OTHERS._ - - - Salute the summer, breathe the breath of God, - Be happy while you can, for by-and-by - You that are now so full of life must die, - And redder roses blossom from your sod. - - Believe me, brother, that behind the Veil - A harp is touched, and one is singing to it - A song of counsel, if you only knew it; - When wilt thou list, and let that song prevail? - - Ask not poor Hafiz to admonish you - With whom you should frequent, with whom be drinking, - For surely half an hour of tranquil thinking - Will teach you better what you ought to do. - - The road that leads us to the Friend at last - Is hard to travel, full of fear, temptation; - But think, my brother, think of the elation - In looking back along the road you’ve past. - - Cease this perplexing problem to revolve; - Him the world clutches with a thousand fingers - Who on the pathway of his purpose lingers - To solve the riddle none were meant to solve. - - For every flower that in the meadow blows, - Is like a book God opened to confess on - His secret purpose. But canst read the lesson - Writ in the purple petals of the rose? - - And yet, O Hafiz! thou that talkest so wise - Of prudence, and of patience, and compassion, - Thy heart is all on fire with foolish passion - For one fair face and two tormenting eyes. - - - - -_WISDOM._ - - - Weep not for the waning rose - Sigh not when the south wind blows, - Drown reflection in the can, - Dissipated Mussulman; - Better to be glad than sad, - By the waves of Rocknabad. - - If the truth must be confest, - Youth’s a juggle, love’s a jest, - Life’s a comic caravan, - Discontented Mussulman; - Better to be glad than sad, - By the waves of Rocknabad. - - Eat your crust and drink your wine, - Deem the girl you love divine, - Make you merry for a span, - Philosophic Mussulman; - Better to be glad than sad, - By the waves of Rocknabad. - - - - -_RENUNCIATION._ - - - Thus Allah makes proclamation: - Ye that seek for peace of mind, - What ye seek will only find - In the word renunciation. - - Must I spill the wine I’m drinking, - Must I practise what I preach, - Ere Mohammed’s hand will reach - Out to save my soul from sinking? - - Must I shrink from soft caresses, - Must I turn my eyes away, - Must my heart no longer stay - In the tangle of your tresses? - - Talk no more; I’ll not believe it; - Love is far too sweet to lose, - And while wine is in the cruse, - By my beard I’ll never leave it. - - Hafiz, if the dedication - Of thy being must belong - Thus to woman, wine, and song, - Cease to preach renunciation. - - - - -_AFTER RHAMAZAN._ - - - Thank Allah! the fast is over; - Thank Allah! the feast is here; - And at last each jolly lover - Of the vintage lives in clover - Through the sweetest of the year. - - Hide thy visage, sour ascetic; - Go thy ways, thy hour has past; - While all revellers poetic - Join in union sympathetic, - Drinking full and drinking fast. - - Why should I incur reproaches - If I like a stoup of wine? - Thank Allah! the hour approaches - When the jolly tapster broaches - Liquor more than half divine. - - He that drains a decent flagon - At the wine house, can ignore - How the tongues of envy wag on. - Think how dull their days must drag on, - Who run up no wine-house score. - - For Allah’s illumination, - Shining on this rosy tide, - Finds no smug dissimulation, - Calling out for reprobation, - Fair without and foul inside. - - Clean our lives, our language civil, - Alkoran’s law understood; - And we never let the devil - Catch us calling good things evil, - And the things of evil good. - - Where’s the harm of my carouses - With the vineyard’s sanguine flood? - If I drink till dawn arouses - All the Muftis from their houses, - Do I drink my brother’s blood? - - Hafiz, cease thy soul to trouble - With the wherefore and the how; - Laugh and love, for life’s a bubble; - Drink till everything grows double, - And the roses leave your brow. - - - - -_LONELY._ - - - I am lonely, very lonely, for the girl who stole my heart - Shines a star in other heavens, plays another lover’s part, - While I sit in sombre silence, hearing how my heart will beat, - When I catch the faintest footfall sounding down my dreary street. - Is it she, or else some message sent from her to soothe my pain, - Falling on the thirsty seeds of passion like a holy rain? - No, the sounds die out in silence, and the twilight deepens down, - And the orisons of evening breathe above the darkening town; - But my mosque is not the Mufti’s, for my beacon in the gloom - Is the crimson lamp-light floating from the tavern’s warmest room. - There I sit and drug my sorrow to a sleep that seems like death, - There forget that I have ever kissed her lips and felt her breath - From the parted smiling petals of the rose-flower of her mouth - Breathe upon my eyes and hair the perfumes of the odorous south. - It is war ’twixt wine and memory; on the tavern’s trampled sill - I will plant my colours proudly, ruddy as the drops that fill - Yonder jars, whose prisoned magic slays regret and saps desire, - Burning folly from my bosom with the vineyard’s liquid fire. - Woe is me! I boast untimely; even as I lift the cup, - On the purple flood the face of the beloved comes floating up. - - - - -_COURAGE._ - - - My soul rose out of its sleep, and said - There were angels once, but they all are dead; - And heaven is empty, and cold and grey - As a world whose heat has burnt away. - - The leaves of the tree of life are shed, - The bird who sang in the boughs has fled, - The coffin of night shrouds the corpse of the day, - And winter withers the mirth of May. - - Allah and Shitan have gone to bed, - The prophets and saints are lapped in lead, - The shrines are shattered and no men pray, - The law is broken and none obey. - - The roses of youth are no longer red, - Bitter life’s wine is, bitter its bread, - The lips of the poets are stopped with clay, - And beauty fades into dull decay. - - Then I turned me to Alkoran and read, - And Mohammed whispered, ‘Hold up thy head. - Sin is an enemy hard to slay; - Cry Allah ’l ’Akbar, and fight your way.’ - - - - -_VINE-VISIONS._ - - - While the House of Hope is builded on the weak and shifting sand, - While our breath is as the wind is, take the flagon in your hand; - - For while I was quaffing, laughing in the tavern yester-night, - From the unknown world an angel floated on my swimming sight-- - - Handed me a golden vessel, bade me drink, and as I drank - All my swooning senses straightway in the pool of slumber sank; - - And I dreamed a dream enchanted of a land beyond the sky, - Where no youthful cheek grows paler, where no flagon e’er runs dry, - - Where no woman whispers falsely, where no eyes are ever wet, - Where no kisses ever weary, where no loving hearts forget. - - Then I woke, and wept at waking, leaving in that pleasant land - Fairer flowers than Mosellay has, bluer domes than Samarcand. - - Nevermore, unhappy Hafiz, will you tread that pleasant land, - Though you sucked the Seven Oceans from their cup of golden sand. - - - - -_A DREAM._ - - - I dreamt, about the morning hours, - That in a field of scented flowers, - By Rocknabad’s cool flow, - I saw Ferangis go - Swift by me like a dream of spring; - And I, whose heart was hot to fling - Myself before my dear, - Stood full of silent fear. - - And then I dreamt she came to lay - Softly her hand in mine and say, - ‘Hafiz, you yet shall know - How happy is your woe; - For what gift can the silent years - Offer so precious as these tears, - And memory of the ache - Your heart had for my sake?’ - - Then, seeming stirred by pitying thought - Of all the joy I vainly sought, - You gave your hand to kiss, - Saying, ‘Remember this - When you and I are grey and old, - When all this fiery love is cold, - And, honouring lost delight, - Keep your soul’s whiteness white.’ - - I had no power to speak or move; - Slowly the image of my love - Faded before my eyes - Like light from summer skies. - I wake and find Ferangis gone, - Yet scarce believe I am alone; - One minute since my hand - Had touched her where I stand. - - I read of men whom love made mad - In antique legends, softly sad - As wind is after rain. - I weep for Saadi’s pain, - And stir the dust that lies above - Long shelves of poets crossed in love, - To gain from their disgrace - Some comfort for my case. - - I find fit voices for my grief - In many a buried poet’s leaf; - But, ah! what ancient song - Contains a charm so strong - That it shall make your heart confess - You love me, neither more or less? - Which learning, surely I - Might be content to die. - - And yet, when I reflect how fair - Those almond eyes and sable hair - And gracious body are, - I cry, ‘Out of my star - Such beauty is;’ I am as one - Who dreams of kingdoms till the sun - Warns, if he would be fed, - To rise and beg his bread. - - Soft voices whisper in my ears, - ‘What girl deserves the grace of tears?’ - Courage! the world is wide; - Life’s best is to be tried. - If this love fail, fresh loves await; - The reddest roses blossom late. - Have you not passed before - Out of love’s curtained door? - - - - -_ATTAR OF LOVE._ - - - There is neither pledge nor pity in the beauty of the rose - For the nightingale, whose sorrow in melodious madness flows; - - Though the brown bird sang for ever till its singing spirit fled, - Still the rose would greet the west wind with its petals’ perfect - red. - - Once a songster in the garden chanted to a scornful rose, - ‘Cease thy scorn, for in the hedges many a fairer blossom grows.’ - - Then the rose made answer smiling, ‘Singer, thou hast spoken sooth, - But no lover e’er addresses lover with so little ruth. - - ‘Think not how the roses wither, be but gay while roses bloom, - For the world’s delight is little in the shadow of the tomb.’ - - Hafiz, if you sang more sweetly than the wind among the reeds, - She you love is but the rose tree, and the rose tree never heeds. - - - - -_VAULTING AMBITION._ - - - Once in my way an Arab story came - Relating how a poet, drugged with wine, - Watched from the tavern door where the divine - Pale moon lit all the sky with silver flame; - And crying, ‘By Allah’s eternal name, - I swear that argent splendour shall be mine!’ - Leaped, clutching at the sky, and rolled supine - A muddy rascal, steeped in mire and shame. - This is our common madness. Am not I - Moon-haunted by thy beauty? Yet I stand - No farther from the empress of the sky - Than from one touch of thy all-conquering hand; - And though my songs made all the heavens sigh, - I know you will not pity, nor understand. - - - - -_A NIGHT-PIECE._ - - - Once at night I paced my garden, seeking--but I sought in vain-- - From the perfume of the roses balsam for my burning brain; - - For through all that dusk the circle of a single damask bloom - Shone more brightly than the cresset on a true believer’s tomb; - - And so haughty in the splendour of her beauty burned this rose, - That she banished from the bosom of the nightingale repose, - - While the eyes of sad narcissus floated o’er with loving tears, - And the tulip bared her bosom wounded by a thousand spears. - - Vainly then the lily offered to console the poet’s care, - Vainly too the violet pleaded, ‘Are no other blossoms fair?’ - - Since the only potent rival of the rose tree is the vine, - Let me drown my hopeless passion in the Seven Seas of wine. - - ‘Hafiz, I conjure thee, from the rose tree pluck thy heart away.’ - Lo, the message is delivered, and the bearer speeds away. - - - - -_FALLEN ANGELS._ - - - ’Tis written in the Writing how a pair - Of angels dwelt with children of the dust, - And judged between the just and the unjust; - Loyal to God, until a woman, fair - As sun or stars, entangled in her hair - The hearts of those twin angels, and dark lust - Consumed them, till they whispered, ‘Surely must - We temper justice to a thing so rare.’ - God punished those false angels, yet if I - Were placed like them upon some judgment-seat - Speaking the law, and you came wandering by, - One smile of yours would fling me at your feet - Crying, ‘Have pity upon me, O most sweet! - Do with me as you will, and let me die.’ - - - - -_PRAISE OF WINE._ - - - Once again the ruddy vintage storms the chambers of my brain, - Steals my senses with its kisses, steals and yet shall steal again; - - But I do not blame the grape’s blood for the vengeances it wreaks - When it plants its purple standard on the stronghold of my cheeks. - - May Allah confer his blessing on the hands that pluck the grape, - May their footsteps never fail who tread its clusters out of shape. - - Since the love of wine was written by Fate’s finger on my brow, - What is written once is written, and you cannot change it now; - - Talk no babble about wisdom: in the awful hour of death, - Is the breath of Aristotle better than the beggar’s breath? - - Spare me, pious friend, reproaches, for the selfsame God who chose - You to be so wise and pious, made me love the wine and rose. - - Hafiz, spend thy life so wisely that when thou at last art dead, - ‘Dead’ may not be all the comment, all the requiem that’s said. - - - - -_HAROUN ER-RASHEED’S POET._ - - - Khalifah Haroun, surnamed Er-Rasheed, - In the calm evening of a festal day, - Ordered his bard, Abu-l’Atahiyeh, - To praise the life it pleased his lord to lead. - - The poet bowed and stirred the silver wires, - And sang, ‘Khalifah, peace and pleasure wait - Within the shadow of your palace gate, - And deep fulfilment of your heart’s desires.’ - - Said Haroun, smiling, ‘Here is silver speech - That shall be sealed with silver; speak again, - And find my bounty boundless as the main - Which knows, so poets say, no further beach.’ - - Again the poet’s voice and lute allied, - ‘Let not the day star nor the night star shine - Upon the hour that leaves a wish of thine, - Thy lightest wish, Haroun, ungratified.’ - - Still Haroun smiled, ‘This time thy words are gold, - And shall be guerdoned with a golden fee; - Sing on, sweet voice, sing on and comfort me, - Nor ever fear to find thy master cold.’ - - Then sang Abu-l’Atahiyeh aloud, - ‘In those dark moments when thy faltering breath - Shall strive in vain against all-conquering death, - These things shall seem like shadows on a shroud.’ - - There fell a fearful silence on the place, - While the scared guests saw Haroun from his throne - Frown at the bard, and then, with a deep groan, - Hide in his trembling hands his weeping face. - - Straightway a supple courtier standing by - Cried to the singer, ‘Blasted be the throat - Which frights our master with a boding note - In lieu of mirthful music; look to die.’ - - ‘Nay,’ Haroun whispered, ‘do not blame the bard; - He saw our soul benighted, and, like wind, - Dispersed the veil of error. Let him find - My richest gems too poor for his reward.’ - - - - -_GHAZEL._ - - - If the gracious girl I worship would but take my heart in hand, - I would give her for her beauty Ispahan and Samarcand. - - But this lass, the very fairest trouble of our tranquil town, - Plucks all patience from my bosom, lifts my hopes to laugh them down. - - She has slandered me, so be it; I forgive her, speaking sooth, - For the harshest words fall softly from the scarlet lips of youth; - - Yet I dare not call her cruel, though she does me grievous wrong, - For what lovely face is flattered by the proudest poet’s song? - - Fill, then, friend, while wine remaineth, for in Paradise, dear lad, - We shall sigh for Mosellay and weep the waves of Rocknabad. - - Speak of wine and song and women; cease, I pray, to seek in vain, - What that mystery most mystic called to-morrow may contain. - - String thy pearls and sing them, Hafiz, for from heaven’s golden bars - God has shed upon thy verses all the sweetness of the stars. - - - - -_THE GRAVE OF OMAR-I-KHAYYAM._ - - - I, named Nizami, child of Samarcand, - The holy place whose towers aspire to heaven, - Whose domes are blue as heaven’s inverted cup, - The consecrated shrine, head of Islam, - Whose heart is at Meccah, the happy spot - Where bloom the gardens of the Heart’s Delight, - Where in the house upon the Shepherd’s Hill - Wise men pursue the pathway of the stars-- - I, even Nizami, write this record down - In God’s name, merciful, compassionate, - A proof of his compassion. - When my youth - Burned in my body like a new-fed flame, - When wisdom seemed an easy flower to pluck, - And knowledge fruit that ripens in a day; - Ah me! that merry When so long ago - I was a pupil of that man of men, - Omar, the tent-maker of Naishapur, - That is Khorassan’s crown, Omar the wise, - Whose wisdom read the golden laws of life, - And made them ours for ever in his songs, - Omar the star-gazer. - One day by chance, - I taxing all my student’s store of wit - With thought of is and is not, good and bad, - And fondly dreaming that my fingers soon - Would close upon the key of heaven and earth, - I met my master in a garden walk, - Musing as was his wont, I knew not what, - Perhaps some better mode of marshalling - Those daily soldiers of the conquering years, - Perchance some subtler science which the stars - Ciphered in fire upon the vaulted sky - For him alone, perchance on some rare rhymes - Pregnant with mighty thoughts, or on some girl, - Star-eyed and cypress-slender, tulip-cheeked - And jasmine-bosomed, for he loved such well, - And deemed it wisdom. - Omar saw me not, - And would have passed me curtained in his thoughts; - But I, perked up with youthful consequence - At mine own wisdom, plucked him by the sleeve, - And with grave salutation, as befits - The pupil to the master, stayed his course - And craved his patience. - Omar gazed at me - With the grave sweetness which his servants loved, - And gave me leave to speak, which I, on fire - To tell the thing I thought, made haste to do, - And poured my babble in the master’s ear - Of solving human doubt. - When I had done, - And, panting, looked into my master’s eyes - To read therein approval of my plan, - He turned his head, and for a little while - Waited in silence, while my petulant mind - Galloped again the course of argument - And found no flaw, all perfect. - Still he stood - Silent, and I, the riddle-reader, vexed - At long-delayed approval, touched again - His sleeve, and with impatient reverence - Said, - ‘Master, speak, that I may garner up - In scented manuscripts the thoughts of price - That fall from Omar’s lips.’ - He smiled again - In sweet forgiveness of my turbulent mood, - And with a kindly laughter in his eyes - He said, - ‘I have been thinking, when I die, - That I should like to slumber where the wind - May heap my tomb with roses.’ - So he spoke, - And then with thoughtful face and quiet tread - He past and left me staring, most amazed - At such a pearl from such a sea of thought, - And marvelling that great philosophers - Can pay so little sometimes heed to truth - When truth is thrust before them. God be praised! - I am wiser now, and grasp no golden key. - - Years came and went, and Omar passed away, - First from those garden walks of Samarcand - Where he and I so often watched the moon - Silver the bosoms of the cypresses, - And so from out the circle of my life, - And in due season out of life itself; - And his great name became a memory - That clung about me like the scent of flowers - Beloved in boyhood, and the wheeling years - Ground pleasure into dust beneath my feet; - And so the world wagged till there came a day - When I that had been young and was not young, - I found myself in Naishapur, and there - Bethought me of my master dead and gone, - And the musk-scented preface of my youth. - Then to myself I said, ‘Nizami, rise - And seek the tomb of Omar.’ - So I sought, - And after seeking found, and, lo! it lay - Beyond a garden full of roses, full - As the third heaven is full of happy eyes; - And every wind that whispered through the trees - Scattered a heap of roses on his grave; - Yea, roses leaned, and from their odorous hearts - Rained petals on his marble monument, - Crimson as lips of angels. - Then my mind, - Sweeping the desert of departed years, - Leaped to that garden speech in Samarcand, - The cypress grove, my fretful questioning, - And the mild beauty of my master’s face. - Then I knelt down and glorified Allah, - Who is compassionate and merciful, - That of his boundless mercy he forgave - This singing sinner; for I surely knew - That all the leaves of every rose that dripped - Its tribute on the tomb where Omar sleeps, - Were tears and kisses that should smooth away - His record of offence; for Omar sinned, - Since Omar was a man. - He wished to sleep - Beneath a veil of roses; Heaven heard, - Forgave, and granted, and the perfumed pall - Hides the shrine’s whiteness. Glory to Allah! - - - - -_OMAR ANSWERS._ - - - Now by the memory of Kai Khosru, - Of Kaikobad, of Zal and Rustem too, - O English singer rousing me from sleep, - The student of the stars will answer you. - - For what avails it cycles to have lain - Since first the roses gushed their scented rain - Upon my grave in Naishapur if men - In the world’s winter take my name in vain? - - Through piled-up earth and ages echoes reach - My tranquil slumbers of an alien speech, - Blown over seas wherein strange doctors preach - Strange sermons on the things I thought to teach. - - For, misinterpreting the songs I sung, - By vain desire and vain ambition stung, - O for one hour of that lost age! they cry, - That golden age when old Khayyam was young. - - Fools who believe the world was otherwise - Than what it now is in the Persian’s eyes, - Or think the secret of content was found - Beneath the canopy of Persian skies. - - Man is to-day what man was yesterday-- - Will be to-morrow; let him curse or pray, - Drink or be dull, he learns not nor shall learn - The lesson that will laugh the world away. - - The world as grey or just as golden shows, - The wine as sweet or just as bitter flows, - For you as me; and you, like me, may find - Perfume or canker in the reddest rose. - - The tale of life is hard to understand; - But while the cup waits ready to your hand, - Drink and declare the summer roses blow - As red in London as in Samarcand. - - Lips are as sweet to kiss and eyes as bright - As ever fluttered Omar with delight; - English or Persian, while the mouth is fair, - What can it matter how it says good-night? - - Whether the legend in the Book of Youth - Runs left or right, it reads a prayer for ruth; - The music of the bird upon the bough - Meant, and still means, no more nor less than truth. - - The wisdom of the wisest of the wise - Is but the pinch of powder in the eyes - Thrown by the fingers of the fiend, that we - True things from false may fail to recognise. - - And not a pang which vexes human flesh, - And not a problem which the Sufis thresh, - But scared my body or perplexed my soul, - And what I felt each man must feel afresh. - - So, brother, by Allah! forbear to weep: - Life is a wine which you may drink as deep - As ever I did, for the hour will come - When you, like old Khayyam, will fall asleep. - - Therefore, O northern singer! prithee cease - To vex my sprite with questions. Know, thy lease - Was by the selfsame Master made as mine; - Be patient, then, and let me sleep in peace. - - - ﺗﻢ ﺍﻟﻜﺘﺎﺏ - - -PRINTED BY -SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE -LONDON - - - - - * * * * * * - - - - -Transcriber’s note: - -Unusual, archaic and obsolete spellings have not been changed. 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See - <a href="https://archive.org/details/hafizinlondontra00hafiuoft"> - https://archive.org/details/hafizinlondontra00hafiuoft</a> - </td> - </tr> -</table> -<p> </p> -<hr class="full" /> -<p> </p> -<p> </p> -<p> </p> - -<div class="chap"> -<p class="ph2">HAFIZ IN LONDON</p> -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> - -<p class="center"> -PRINTED BY<br /> -SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE<br /> -LONDON -</p> -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> - - -<h1>HAFIZ IN LONDON</h1> - -<p class="ph2 p2">BY<br /> -JUSTIN HUNTLY M<sup>c</sup>CARTHY, M.P.</p> - -<p class="center p2"><span class="not-hh">ﺍﻛﺮ ﺑﺰﻟﻒ ﺫﺭﺍﺯ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺳﻦ ﻣﺎ ﻧﺮ ﺳﺪ</span> -<span class="hh-only">Agar be zolf-e daraz-e to dast-e ma narasad</span><br /> -<span class="not-hh">ﻛﻨﺎﻩ ﻧﺨﺖ ﭘﺮﻳﺸﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻛﻮﺗﻪ ﻣﺎﺳﺖ</span> -<span class="hh-only">gonah-e bakht-e parishan o dast-e kutah-e ma-st</span></p> - -<p class="center p2">London<br /> -CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY<br /> -1886</p> - -<p class="center">[<i>The right of translation is reserved</i>] -</p> -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v"></a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="DEDICATION" id="DEDICATION"></a>DEDICATION.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ferangis, at thy feet I lay</div> -<div class="verse indent2">These roses from the haunted coast</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of Faristan, whose poets boast</div> -<div class="verse">Their Rocknabad and Mosellay;</div> -<div class="verse">For I was in Shiraz to-day,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With ancient Hafiz for my host,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who, like a comfortable ghost,</div> -<div class="verse">With Persian roses crowned my stay.</div> -<div class="verse">They are thy tribute from the land</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of Khayyam and our Khalifate,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For on their crimson folds of fate</div> -<div class="verse">A wizard ciphered with his wand</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Words which I dare not here translate,</div> -<div class="verse">But you will read and understand.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> - -<table id="ToC" summary="Table of Contents"> -<tr> -<th></th><th class="tdr">PAGE</th> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#DEDICATION"><span class="smcap">Dedication</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_v">v</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#HAFIZ_IN_LONDON"><span class="smcap">Hafiz in London</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#MEMORY"><span class="smcap">Memory</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#ELD"><span class="smcap">Eld</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#LONG_AGO"><span class="smcap">Long Ago</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#VANITY"><span class="smcap">Vanity</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#KAIF"><span class="smcap">Kaif</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#YOU_AND_I"><span class="smcap">You and I</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#CONSOLATION"><span class="smcap">Consolation</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#LOTUS"><span class="smcap">Lotus</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#PHILOSOPHY_FOR_OTHERS"><span class="smcap">Philosophy for Others</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#WISDOM"><span class="smcap">Wisdom</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii"></a>[Pg viii]</span></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#RENUNCIATION"><span class="smcap">Renunciation</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#AFTER_RHAMAZAN"><span class="smcap">After Rhamazan</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#LONELY"><span class="smcap">Lonely</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#COURAGE"><span class="smcap">Courage</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#VINE-VISIONS"><span class="smcap">Vine-Visions</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#A_DREAM"><span class="smcap">A Dream</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#ATTAR_OF_LOVE"><span class="smcap">Attar of Love</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#VAULTING_AMBITION"><span class="smcap">Vaulting Ambition</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#A_NIGHT-PIECE"><span class="smcap">A Night-Piece</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#FALLEN_ANGELS"><span class="smcap">Fallen Angels</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#PRAISE_OF_WINE"><span class="smcap">Praise of Wine</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#HAROUN_ER-RASHEEDS_POET"><span class="smcap">Haroun er-Rasheed’s Poet</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#GHAZEL"><span class="smcap">Ghazel</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#THE_GRAVE_OF_OMAR-I-KHAYYAM"><span class="smcap">The Grave of Omar-i-Khayyam</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#OMAR_ANSWERS"><span class="smcap">Omar Answers</span></a></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a href="#TRANSCRIBERS_NOTE"><span class="smcap">Transcriber’s Note</span></a></td><td></td> -</tr></table> -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - - -<div class="chap"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></a>[Pg 1]</span></p> - - - - -<p class="ph2">HAFIZ IN LONDON.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="HAFIZ_IN_LONDON" id="HAFIZ_IN_LONDON"></a>HAFIZ IN LONDON.</h2> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hafiz in London! even so.</div> -<div class="verse">For not alone by Rukni’s flow</div> -<div class="verse">The ruddy Persian roses grow.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Not only ’neath the cypress groves,</div> -<div class="verse">With soul on fire the singer roves,</div> -<div class="verse">And tells the laughing stars his loves.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2"></a>[Pg 2]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here in this city—where I brood</div> -<div class="verse">Beside the river’s darkling flood,</div> -<div class="verse">And feed the fever in my blood</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With Eastern fancies quaintly traced</div> -<div class="verse">On yellow parchment, half effaced</div> -<div class="verse">In verses subtly interlaced—</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Men eat and drink, men love and die,</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath this leaden London sky,</div> -<div class="verse">As eastward where the hoopoos fly,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And through the tranquil evening air</div> -<div class="verse">A muezzin from the turret stair</div> -<div class="verse">Summons all faithful souls to prayer.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3"></a>[Pg 3]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And we who drink the Saki’s wine</div> -<div class="verse">Believe its juice no less divine</div> -<div class="verse">Than filled, Hafiz, that cup of thine.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Master and most benign of shades,</div> -<div class="verse">Before thy gracious phantom fades</div> -<div class="verse">To Mosellay’s enchanted glades,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Breathe on my lips, and o’er my brain</div> -<div class="verse">Some comfort for thy child, whose pain</div> -<div class="verse">Strives as you strove, but strives in vain.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When sundown sets the world on fire,</div> -<div class="verse">The music of the Master’s lyre</div> -<div class="verse">Deadens the ache of keen desire.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4"></a>[Pg 4]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Reading this painted Persian page,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, half a lover, half a sage,</div> -<div class="verse">You built your heart a golden cage,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My fancy, skimming southern seas,</div> -<div class="verse">Wanders at twilight where the breeze</div> -<div class="verse">Flutters the dark pomegranate trees.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We all are sultans in our dreams</div> -<div class="verse">Of gardens where the sunlight gleams</div> -<div class="verse">On fairer flowers and clearer streams;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And thus in dreams I seek my home</div> -<div class="verse">Where dim Shiraz, dome after dome,</div> -<div class="verse">Smiles on the water’s silver foam;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></a>[Pg 5]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The dancing girls, with tinkling feet</div> -<div class="verse">And many-coloured garments, beat</div> -<div class="verse">Their drums adown the twisted street;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And while the revel sways along,</div> -<div class="verse">The scented, flower-crowned, laughing throng</div> -<div class="verse">Seem part and parcel of thy song.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hafiz, night’s rebel angels sweep</div> -<div class="verse">Across the sun; I pledge you deep,</div> -<div class="verse">And smiling, sighing, sink to sleep.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></a>[Pg 6]</span> - -<h2><a name="MEMORY" id="MEMORY"></a>MEMORY.</h2> - - - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sitting silent in the twilight, faces of my former loves</div> -<div class="verse">Float about my fancy softly, like a silver flight of doves.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brighter than the stars of heaven is the shining of their eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweeter are their angel voices than the speech of Paradise.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></a>[Pg 7]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I am old and grey and weary, winter in my blood and brain;</div> -<div class="verse">But to-night these haunting phantoms conjure up my youth again.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lovingly I name them over, all that world of gracious girls,</div> -<div class="verse">Almond-eyed and jasmine-bosomed, like a poet stringing pearls.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In my tranquil cypress mazes just outside the sleepy town,</div> -<div class="verse">Blooms a tribe of laughing lilies fairer than a kingly crown.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8"></a>[Pg 8]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Every lily in the garden wears a woman’s gracious name,</div> -<div class="verse">Every lily in the garden set my spirit once aflame;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And amongst that throng of lilies scarcely whiter than his hair,</div> -<div class="verse">Hafiz sits and dreams at sunset of the flowers no longer fair;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of the sweethearts dead and buried whom I worshipped long ago,</div> -<div class="verse">When this beard as grey as ashes was as sable as the sloe.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9"></a>[Pg 9]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I would weep if I were wiser, but the idle child of song</div> -<div class="verse">Leaves reflection to the Mullah, sorrow to the Sufi throng.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Am I wrong to be contented in the sunlight to rehearse</div> -<div class="verse">Pleasant tales of love and lovers in my honey-laden verse?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While the vinepress with the life-blood of the purple clusters drips,</div> -<div class="verse">I forget how slowly, surely, day by day to darkness slips,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10"></a>[Pg 10]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Heedless how beyond the gateway in the field the nations jar,</div> -<div class="verse">Hand on throat and hand on sabre in the trampled lanes of war.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah! ’tis better on this pleasant river bank to lie reclined,</div> -<div class="verse">While the ghosts of old affections fill the harem of my mind.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Think no more of love and lasses, Hafiz; you can scarcely hold</div> -<div class="verse">The Koran with trembling fingers. Hafiz, you are growing old.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></a>[Pg 11]</span> - - -<h2><a name="ELD" id="ELD"></a>ELD.</h2> - - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hafiz, you are growing old;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Hafiz, all the girls abandon</div> -<div class="verse">Bards whose blood is getting cold,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Bards whom Time has laid his hand on.</div> -<div class="verse">All the merry songs you sung</div> -<div class="verse">In the days when you were young,</div> -<div class="verse">Are not worth a feather’s weight</div> -<div class="verse">To arrest the fist of Fate</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When it jogs your shifting sand on.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12"></a>[Pg 12]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hafiz, though a tinge of grey</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Shames the locks that once were sable,</div> -<div class="verse">Drink and laugh the world away,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Swear that eld’s a housewife’s fable;</div> -<div class="verse">Vow that youth is always yours</div> -<div class="verse">While the graceful gait allures,</div> -<div class="verse">While the perfume haunts the rose,</div> -<div class="verse">While a ruddy balsam flows</div> -<div class="verse indent2">From the flagon on the table.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Just a word within your ear,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Hafiz: you’re a craven creature</div> -<div class="verse">If you waste a single tear</div> -<div class="verse indent2">On the thought that every feature</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13"></a>[Pg 13]</span> -<div class="verse">Of the fairest face a maid</div> -<div class="verse">Ever showed the sun must fade;</div> -<div class="verse">Rather bid your mistress weigh</div> -<div class="verse">Youth and beauty’s barren stay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And a wiser lesson teach her.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tell her youth was made for love;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Tell her wine was made for drinking;</div> -<div class="verse">Tell her that in heaven above</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mahmoud and his saints are winking</div> -<div class="verse">At the golden jest of youth;</div> -<div class="verse">Tell her wisdom’s wisest truth</div> -<div class="verse">Is, be merry while you may,</div> -<div class="verse">Cease regretting yesterday,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or about to-morrow thinking.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14"></a>[Pg 14]</span> - - -<h2><a name="LONG_AGO" id="LONG_AGO"></a>LONG AGO.</h2> - - - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All my youth’s desires are buried,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Each within its narrow grave;</div> -<div class="verse">Long ago their ghosts were ferried</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O’er Jaihun’s enchanted wave;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Wild ambitions bright and brave,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Loves that made me serve a slave,</div> -<div class="verse">All have slipped away like snow</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Long ago.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15"></a>[Pg 15]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Stars in which my youth delighted</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Vanish from the heavenly band,</div> -<div class="verse">And I wander a benighted</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Stranger in a stranger land;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">There is no one left to stand</div> -<div class="verse indent2">By my side or take my hand,</div> -<div class="verse">Of the friends I worshipped so</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Long ago.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One sweet name of all the number</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Haunts the chambers of my brain,</div> -<div class="verse">One sweet shape disturbs my slumber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Loved too well and loved in vain.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ah, Ferangis! give again</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Half the pleasure, all the pain,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16"></a>[Pg 16]</span> -<div class="verse">That my boyhood used to know</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Long ago.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These are dreams: I must remember</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That my youthful days are dead,</div> -<div class="verse">That the rigours of December</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Grizzle e’en a poet’s head.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Gone is gone, and dead is dead,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And no roses bloom as red</div> -<div class="verse">As the roses used to blow</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Long ago.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though my eyes pursue the swallow</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As he travels towards the sun,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17"></a>[Pg 17]</span> -<div class="verse">Aged limbs refuse to follow</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Where the fancies lightly run.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Hafiz, cease, the game is done,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Life’s fantastic robe is spun;</div> -<div class="verse">Fate marked out the way to go</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Long ago.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You were passionate, my poet,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">In your manhood’s golden dawn;</div> -<div class="verse">Seized the seed of life to sow it</div> -<div class="verse indent2">On the tulip-tinted lawn;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Now you sit at home and yawn,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Withered, grizzled, bent and drawn,</div> -<div class="verse">By the hearth: you scorned its glow</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Long ago.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18"></a>[Pg 18]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What is left? a sigh, a shudder,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For my past, and for the goal</div> -<div class="verse">Where, a boat without a rudder,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Drifts my tempest-troubled soul;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ah! death’s angel, taking toll,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Shall I find within thy bowl</div> -<div class="verse">Better wine than used to flow</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Long ago?</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></a>[Pg 19]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="VANITY" id="VANITY"></a>VANITY.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I dreamt all night of your cold caresses;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Your kisses froze on my lips like flakes</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of pitiless snow that chills and breaks</div> -<div class="verse">The warm heart snared in your sombre tresses.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I woke with a groan in the livid morning,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Groaned and swore I would break away</div> -<div class="verse indent2">From the bitter bondage of love, and repay</div> -<div class="verse">Laughter with laughter, and scorn with scorning.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20"></a>[Pg 20]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ere noon was hot in the heavens, I met you;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">You had but to smile as you passed, and lo!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I was your lover again. Heigho!</div> -<div class="verse">Hate you or love you, I can’t forget you.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21"></a>[Pg 21]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="KAIF" id="KAIF"></a>KAIF.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mine be the musk and the music, mine be the laughing girl;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mine be the ample flagon, brimmed with the blood of the vine;</div> -<div class="verse">Mine the divan encushioned, watching the dancers twirl;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mine the narghili serpent, breathing its soul divine.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Others can juggle with statecraft, others can lust for command;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Others can envy their fellows woman or vintage or gold;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22"></a>[Pg 22]</span> -<div class="verse">Others can wrangle for title, fight for a rood of land;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Others think souls and bodies things to be bought and sold.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Such as they are, God made them; such as they are, God guides;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Such as they are, they do their task, fill place in the world awhile;</div> -<div class="verse">Such as they are, they eat and drink, and sleep on the breasts of their brides;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Such as they are, they sicken and die—may jackals their graves defile.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I for my part am happy, I for my part am calm,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I for my part rejoice to the full in the hour that glideth by,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23"></a>[Pg 23]</span> -<div class="verse">I for my part with all my heart delight in the vineyard’s balm,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I for my part will love and laugh till my moment comes to die.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Grant me, Allah, digestion; grant me, Allah, desire;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Grant me a mistress with almond eyes and cinnamon-scented breath;</div> -<div class="verse">Grant me a golden vessel filled with the vineyard’s fire;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Grant me, Allah, a lazy life, and later a lazy death.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dearest, I once was foolish; dearest, I once was young;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Dearest, I once would have sold my soul for the price of a passionate kiss;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24"></a>[Pg 24]</span> -<div class="verse">Dearest, you know what your lover was when the songs of his youth were sung;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Dearest, the devil deserves your soul for driving me down to this.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> - -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25"></a>[Pg 25]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="YOU_AND_I" id="YOU_AND_I"></a>YOU AND I.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Spare your censures, worthy friend, on my love of drinking;</div> -<div class="verse">Shut your senses, if you please, to the glasses clinking.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Only, while you rest with me, prithee keep your curses</div> -<div class="verse">For some other fellow’s wine, other fellow’s verses.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By what frenzy of reproof is your wisdom bitten?</div> -<div class="verse">Are the sins that I commit in your volume written?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26"></a>[Pg 26]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If I run a tavern score, you don’t pay the reckoning;</div> -<div class="verse">If the Lotus-maiden nods, not to you she’s beckoning.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who shall say behind the Veil which is good and evil?</div> -<div class="verse">Who shall say if you or I journey to the devil?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Very varied laws of life you and I are firm on;</div> -<div class="verse">Which of us, my friend, is text? which of us is sermon?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Every sober man or drunk seeks his soul’s ideal;</div> -<div class="verse">In the tavern and the mosque love alike is real.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Paradise is fair indeed; but this side of heaven</div> -<div class="verse">There is joy in noonday sun, joy in shades of even.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27"></a>[Pg 27]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Be not boastful of thy worth, for who knows when mounted</div> -<div class="verse">To the final judgment-seat how his sum is counted?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sanctimonious folk like you, filled with moral phrases,</div> -<div class="verse">May be sent, to your surprise, packing off to blazes;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While poor rogues like us, who drink ere the vintage fail us,</div> -<div class="verse">May be plucked to Paradise from this very alehouse.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28"></a>[Pg 28]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="CONSOLATION" id="CONSOLATION"></a>CONSOLATION.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not for the lost Yusuf, in Canaan his eyes shall close;</div> -<div class="verse">Weep not for your wasted garden, it shall blossom like the rose.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not for your nights of revel, weep not for your days of tears,</div> -<div class="verse">For an hour’s repentance cancels all the sins of sixty years.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29"></a>[Pg 29]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not, soul with sorrow laden, once again the spring returns;</div> -<div class="verse">Singer of the night, your planet once again in heaven burns.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not for your boyhood’s passions, weep not for your youth’s despair;</div> -<div class="verse">Every poet’s heart was tangled sometime in a woman’s hair.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not, watcher for to-morrow, that thou never canst prevail</div> -<div class="verse">With the stars to tell the secret shrouded up behind the Veil.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30"></a>[Pg 30]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not if life’s gloomy pathway terrifies your wandering soul,</div> -<div class="verse">For the byeway, not the highway, best conducteth to the goal.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not for the loss of brother, grieve not at the gain of foe;</div> -<div class="verse">Would you with Allah be angry when the winds of winter blow?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not, Hafiz, poor and lonely, but not all unhappy man,</div> -<div class="verse">While your life’s as true and upright as ordained by Alkoran.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31"></a>[Pg 31]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="LOTUS" id="LOTUS"></a>LOTUS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I love the Lotus-blossom when it wreathes</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Its painted petals in my sweetheart’s tresses,</div> -<div class="verse">And she, enchanted by its odour, breathes</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Soft words of love, and soothes with soft caresses.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I love the Lotus-blossom when it lies</div> -<div class="verse indent2">On the white bosom of a sleeping woman,</div> -<div class="verse">And falls and rises as the dreamer sighs,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For that love’s sake she yet has told to no man.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32"></a>[Pg 32]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I love the Lotus-blossom, for it grows</div> -<div class="verse indent2">On a lone grave beside a silent river;</div> -<div class="verse">There my youth’s mistress takes her last repose:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I loved, I hated, and I now forgive her.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33"></a>[Pg 33]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="PHILOSOPHY_FOR_OTHERS" id="PHILOSOPHY_FOR_OTHERS"></a>PHILOSOPHY FOR OTHERS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Salute the summer, breathe the breath of God,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Be happy while you can, for by-and-by</div> -<div class="verse indent2">You that are now so full of life must die,</div> -<div class="verse">And redder roses blossom from your sod.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Believe me, brother, that behind the Veil</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A harp is touched, and one is singing to it</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A song of counsel, if you only knew it;</div> -<div class="verse">When wilt thou list, and let that song prevail?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34"></a>[Pg 34]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ask not poor Hafiz to admonish you</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With whom you should frequent, with whom be drinking,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For surely half an hour of tranquil thinking</div> -<div class="verse">Will teach you better what you ought to do.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The road that leads us to the Friend at last</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Is hard to travel, full of fear, temptation;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But think, my brother, think of the elation</div> -<div class="verse">In looking back along the road you’ve past.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Cease this perplexing problem to revolve;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Him the world clutches with a thousand fingers</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who on the pathway of his purpose lingers</div> -<div class="verse">To solve the riddle none were meant to solve.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35"></a>[Pg 35]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For every flower that in the meadow blows,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Is like a book God opened to confess on</div> -<div class="verse indent2">His secret purpose. But canst read the lesson</div> -<div class="verse">Writ in the purple petals of the rose?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And yet, O Hafiz! thou that talkest so wise</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of prudence, and of patience, and compassion,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thy heart is all on fire with foolish passion</div> -<div class="verse">For one fair face and two tormenting eyes.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36"></a>[Pg 36]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="WISDOM" id="WISDOM"></a>WISDOM.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Weep not for the waning rose</div> -<div class="verse">Sigh not when the south wind blows,</div> -<div class="verse">Drown reflection in the can,</div> -<div class="verse">Dissipated Mussulman;</div> -<div class="verse">Better to be glad than sad,</div> -<div class="verse">By the waves of Rocknabad.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If the truth must be confest,</div> -<div class="verse">Youth’s a juggle, love’s a jest,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37"></a>[Pg 37]</span> -<div class="verse">Life’s a comic caravan,</div> -<div class="verse">Discontented Mussulman;</div> -<div class="verse">Better to be glad than sad,</div> -<div class="verse">By the waves of Rocknabad.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Eat your crust and drink your wine,</div> -<div class="verse">Deem the girl you love divine,</div> -<div class="verse">Make you merry for a span,</div> -<div class="verse">Philosophic Mussulman;</div> -<div class="verse">Better to be glad than sad,</div> -<div class="verse">By the waves of Rocknabad.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38"></a>[Pg 38]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="RENUNCIATION" id="RENUNCIATION"></a>RENUNCIATION.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus Allah makes proclamation:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ye that seek for peace of mind,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">What ye seek will only find</div> -<div class="verse">In the word renunciation.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Must I spill the wine I’m drinking,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Must I practise what I preach,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ere Mohammed’s hand will reach</div> -<div class="verse">Out to save my soul from sinking?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39"></a>[Pg 39]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Must I shrink from soft caresses,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Must I turn my eyes away,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Must my heart no longer stay</div> -<div class="verse">In the tangle of your tresses?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Talk no more; I’ll not believe it;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Love is far too sweet to lose,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And while wine is in the cruse,</div> -<div class="verse">By my beard I’ll never leave it.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hafiz, if the dedication</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of thy being must belong</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thus to woman, wine, and song,</div> -<div class="verse">Cease to preach renunciation.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40"></a>[Pg 40]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="AFTER_RHAMAZAN" id="AFTER_RHAMAZAN"></a>AFTER RHAMAZAN.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thank Allah! the fast is over;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thank Allah! the feast is here;</div> -<div class="verse">And at last each jolly lover</div> -<div class="verse">Of the vintage lives in clover</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Through the sweetest of the year.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hide thy visage, sour ascetic;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Go thy ways, thy hour has past;</div> -<div class="verse">While all revellers poetic</div> -<div class="verse">Join in union sympathetic,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Drinking full and drinking fast.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41"></a>[Pg 41]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why should I incur reproaches</div> -<div class="verse indent2">If I like a stoup of wine?</div> -<div class="verse">Thank Allah! the hour approaches</div> -<div class="verse">When the jolly tapster broaches</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Liquor more than half divine.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He that drains a decent flagon</div> -<div class="verse indent2">At the wine house, can ignore</div> -<div class="verse">How the tongues of envy wag on.</div> -<div class="verse">Think how dull their days must drag on,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who run up no wine-house score.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For Allah’s illumination,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Shining on this rosy tide,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42"></a>[Pg 42]</span> -<div class="verse">Finds no smug dissimulation,</div> -<div class="verse">Calling out for reprobation,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Fair without and foul inside.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Clean our lives, our language civil,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Alkoran’s law understood;</div> -<div class="verse">And we never let the devil</div> -<div class="verse">Catch us calling good things evil,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And the things of evil good.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where’s the harm of my carouses</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With the vineyard’s sanguine flood?</div> -<div class="verse">If I drink till dawn arouses</div> -<div class="verse">All the Muftis from their houses,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Do I drink my brother’s blood?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43"></a>[Pg 43]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hafiz, cease thy soul to trouble</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With the wherefore and the how;</div> -<div class="verse">Laugh and love, for life’s a bubble;</div> -<div class="verse">Drink till everything grows double,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And the roses leave your brow.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44"></a>[Pg 44]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="LONELY" id="LONELY"></a>LONELY.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I am lonely, very lonely, for the girl who stole my heart</div> -<div class="verse">Shines a star in other heavens, plays another lover’s part,</div> -<div class="verse">While I sit in sombre silence, hearing how my heart will beat,</div> -<div class="verse">When I catch the faintest footfall sounding down my dreary street.</div> -<div class="verse">Is it she, or else some message sent from her to soothe my pain,</div> -<div class="verse">Falling on the thirsty seeds of passion like a holy rain?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45"></a>[Pg 45]</span> -<div class="verse">No, the sounds die out in silence, and the twilight deepens down,</div> -<div class="verse">And the orisons of evening breathe above the darkening town;</div> -<div class="verse">But my mosque is not the Mufti’s, for my beacon in the gloom</div> -<div class="verse">Is the crimson lamp-light floating from the tavern’s warmest room.</div> -<div class="verse">There I sit and drug my sorrow to a sleep that seems like death,</div> -<div class="verse">There forget that I have ever kissed her lips and felt her breath</div> -<div class="verse">From the parted smiling petals of the rose-flower of her mouth</div> -<div class="verse">Breathe upon my eyes and hair the perfumes of the odorous south.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46"></a>[Pg 46]</span> -<div class="verse">It is war ’twixt wine and memory; on the tavern’s trampled sill</div> -<div class="verse">I will plant my colours proudly, ruddy as the drops that fill</div> -<div class="verse">Yonder jars, whose prisoned magic slays regret and saps desire,</div> -<div class="verse">Burning folly from my bosom with the vineyard’s liquid fire.</div> -<div class="verse">Woe is me! I boast untimely; even as I lift the cup,</div> -<div class="verse">On the purple flood the face of the beloved comes floating up.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47"></a>[Pg 47]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="COURAGE" id="COURAGE"></a>COURAGE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My soul rose out of its sleep, and said</div> -<div class="verse">There were angels once, but they all are dead;</div> -<div class="verse">And heaven is empty, and cold and grey</div> -<div class="verse">As a world whose heat has burnt away.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The leaves of the tree of life are shed,</div> -<div class="verse">The bird who sang in the boughs has fled,</div> -<div class="verse">The coffin of night shrouds the corpse of the day,</div> -<div class="verse">And winter withers the mirth of May.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48"></a>[Pg 48]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Allah and Shitan have gone to bed,</div> -<div class="verse">The prophets and saints are lapped in lead,</div> -<div class="verse">The shrines are shattered and no men pray,</div> -<div class="verse">The law is broken and none obey.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The roses of youth are no longer red,</div> -<div class="verse">Bitter life’s wine is, bitter its bread,</div> -<div class="verse">The lips of the poets are stopped with clay,</div> -<div class="verse">And beauty fades into dull decay.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then I turned me to Alkoran and read,</div> -<div class="verse">And Mohammed whispered, ‘Hold up thy head.</div> -<div class="verse">Sin is an enemy hard to slay;</div> -<div class="verse">Cry Allah ’l ’Akbar, and fight your way.’</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49"></a>[Pg 49]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="VINE-VISIONS" id="VINE-VISIONS"></a>VINE-VISIONS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While the House of Hope is builded on the weak and shifting sand,</div> -<div class="verse">While our breath is as the wind is, take the flagon in your hand;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For while I was quaffing, laughing in the tavern yester-night,</div> -<div class="verse">From the unknown world an angel floated on my swimming sight—</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50"></a>[Pg 50]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Handed me a golden vessel, bade me drink, and as I drank</div> -<div class="verse">All my swooning senses straightway in the pool of slumber sank;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And I dreamed a dream enchanted of a land beyond the sky,</div> -<div class="verse">Where no youthful cheek grows paler, where no flagon e’er runs dry,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where no woman whispers falsely, where no eyes are ever wet,</div> -<div class="verse">Where no kisses ever weary, where no loving hearts forget.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51"></a>[Pg 51]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then I woke, and wept at waking, leaving in that pleasant land</div> -<div class="verse">Fairer flowers than Mosellay has, bluer domes than Samarcand.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nevermore, unhappy Hafiz, will you tread that pleasant land,</div> -<div class="verse">Though you sucked the Seven Oceans from their cup of golden sand.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52"></a>[Pg 52]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="A_DREAM" id="A_DREAM"></a>A DREAM.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I dreamt, about the morning hours,</div> -<div class="verse">That in a field of scented flowers,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">By Rocknabad’s cool flow,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">I saw Ferangis go</div> -<div class="verse">Swift by me like a dream of spring;</div> -<div class="verse">And I, whose heart was hot to fling</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Myself before my dear,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Stood full of silent fear.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53"></a>[Pg 53]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And then I dreamt she came to lay</div> -<div class="verse">Softly her hand in mine and say,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">‘Hafiz, you yet shall know</div> -<div class="verse indent10">How happy is your woe;</div> -<div class="verse">For what gift can the silent years</div> -<div class="verse">Offer so precious as these tears,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">And memory of the ache</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Your heart had for my sake?’</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then, seeming stirred by pitying thought</div> -<div class="verse">Of all the joy I vainly sought,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">You gave your hand to kiss,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Saying, ‘Remember this</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54"></a>[Pg 54]</span> -<div class="verse">When you and I are grey and old,</div> -<div class="verse">When all this fiery love is cold,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">And, honouring lost delight,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Keep your soul’s whiteness white.’</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I had no power to speak or move;</div> -<div class="verse">Slowly the image of my love</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Faded before my eyes</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Like light from summer skies.</div> -<div class="verse">I wake and find Ferangis gone,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet scarce believe I am alone;</div> -<div class="verse indent10">One minute since my hand</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Had touched her where I stand.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55"></a>[Pg 55]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I read of men whom love made mad</div> -<div class="verse">In antique legends, softly sad</div> -<div class="verse indent10">As wind is after rain.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">I weep for Saadi’s pain,</div> -<div class="verse">And stir the dust that lies above</div> -<div class="verse">Long shelves of poets crossed in love,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">To gain from their disgrace</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Some comfort for my case.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I find fit voices for my grief</div> -<div class="verse">In many a buried poet’s leaf;</div> -<div class="verse indent10">But, ah! what ancient song</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Contains a charm so strong</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56"></a>[Pg 56]</span> -<div class="verse">That it shall make your heart confess</div> -<div class="verse">You love me, neither more or less?</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Which learning, surely I</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Might be content to die.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And yet, when I reflect how fair</div> -<div class="verse">Those almond eyes and sable hair</div> -<div class="verse indent10">And gracious body are,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">I cry, ‘Out of my star</div> -<div class="verse">Such beauty is;’ I am as one</div> -<div class="verse">Who dreams of kingdoms till the sun</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Warns, if he would be fed,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">To rise and beg his bread.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57"></a>[Pg 57]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Soft voices whisper in my ears,</div> -<div class="verse">‘What girl deserves the grace of tears?’</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Courage! the world is wide;</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Life’s best is to be tried.</div> -<div class="verse">If this love fail, fresh loves await;</div> -<div class="verse">The reddest roses blossom late.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Have you not passed before</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Out of love’s curtained door?</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58"></a>[Pg 58]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="ATTAR_OF_LOVE" id="ATTAR_OF_LOVE"></a>ATTAR OF LOVE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is neither pledge nor pity in the beauty of the rose</div> -<div class="verse">For the nightingale, whose sorrow in melodious madness flows;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though the brown bird sang for ever till its singing spirit fled,</div> -<div class="verse">Still the rose would greet the west wind with its petals’ perfect red.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59"></a>[Pg 59]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once a songster in the garden chanted to a scornful rose,</div> -<div class="verse">‘Cease thy scorn, for in the hedges many a fairer blossom grows.’</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then the rose made answer smiling, ‘Singer, thou hast spoken sooth,</div> -<div class="verse">But no lover e’er addresses lover with so little ruth.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">‘Think not how the roses wither, be but gay while roses bloom,</div> -<div class="verse">For the world’s delight is little in the shadow of the tomb.’</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hafiz, if you sang more sweetly than the wind among the reeds,</div> -<div class="verse">She you love is but the rose tree, and the rose tree never heeds.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60"></a>[Pg 60]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="VAULTING_AMBITION" id="VAULTING_AMBITION"></a>VAULTING AMBITION.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once in my way an Arab story came</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Relating how a poet, drugged with wine,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Watched from the tavern door where the divine</div> -<div class="verse">Pale moon lit all the sky with silver flame;</div> -<div class="verse">And crying, ‘By Allah’s eternal name,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I swear that argent splendour shall be mine!’</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Leaped, clutching at the sky, and rolled supine</div> -<div class="verse">A muddy rascal, steeped in mire and shame.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61"></a>[Pg 61]</span> -<div class="verse">This is our common madness. Am not I</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Moon-haunted by thy beauty? Yet I stand</div> -<div class="verse">No farther from the empress of the sky</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Than from one touch of thy all-conquering hand;</div> -<div class="verse">And though my songs made all the heavens sigh,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I know you will not pity, nor understand.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62"></a>[Pg 62]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="A_NIGHT-PIECE" id="A_NIGHT-PIECE"></a>A NIGHT-PIECE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once at night I paced my garden, seeking—but I sought in vain—</div> -<div class="verse">From the perfume of the roses balsam for my burning brain;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For through all that dusk the circle of a single damask bloom</div> -<div class="verse">Shone more brightly than the cresset on a true believer’s tomb;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63"></a>[Pg 63]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And so haughty in the splendour of her beauty burned this rose,</div> -<div class="verse">That she banished from the bosom of the nightingale repose,</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While the eyes of sad narcissus floated o’er with loving tears,</div> -<div class="verse">And the tulip bared her bosom wounded by a thousand spears.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Vainly then the lily offered to console the poet’s care,</div> -<div class="verse">Vainly too the violet pleaded, ‘Are no other blossoms fair?’</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64"></a>[Pg 64]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since the only potent rival of the rose tree is the vine,</div> -<div class="verse">Let me drown my hopeless passion in the Seven Seas of wine.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">‘Hafiz, I conjure thee, from the rose tree pluck thy heart away.’</div> -<div class="verse">Lo, the message is delivered, and the bearer speeds away.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65"></a>[Pg 65]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="FALLEN_ANGELS" id="FALLEN_ANGELS"></a>FALLEN ANGELS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis written in the Writing how a pair</div> -<div class="verse">Of angels dwelt with children of the dust,</div> -<div class="verse">And judged between the just and the unjust;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Loyal to God, until a woman, fair</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As sun or stars, entangled in her hair</div> -<div class="verse">The hearts of those twin angels, and dark lust</div> -<div class="verse">Consumed them, till they whispered, ‘Surely must</div> -<div class="verse indent2">We temper justice to a thing so rare.’</div> -<div class="verse">God punished those false angels, yet if I</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Were placed like them upon some judgment-seat</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66"></a>[Pg 66]</span> -<div class="verse">Speaking the law, and you came wandering by,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">One smile of yours would fling me at your feet</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Crying, ‘Have pity upon me, O most sweet!</div> -<div class="verse">Do with me as you will, and let me die.’</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67"></a>[Pg 67]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="PRAISE_OF_WINE" id="PRAISE_OF_WINE"></a>PRAISE OF WINE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once again the ruddy vintage storms the chambers of my brain,</div> -<div class="verse">Steals my senses with its kisses, steals and yet shall steal again;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But I do not blame the grape’s blood for the vengeances it wreaks</div> -<div class="verse">When it plants its purple standard on the stronghold of my cheeks.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68"></a>[Pg 68]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May Allah confer his blessing on the hands that pluck the grape,</div> -<div class="verse">May their footsteps never fail who tread its clusters out of shape.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Since the love of wine was written by Fate’s finger on my brow,</div> -<div class="verse">What is written once is written, and you cannot change it now;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Talk no babble about wisdom: in the awful hour of death,</div> -<div class="verse">Is the breath of Aristotle better than the beggar’s breath?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69"></a>[Pg 69]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Spare me, pious friend, reproaches, for the selfsame God who chose</div> -<div class="verse">You to be so wise and pious, made me love the wine and rose.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hafiz, spend thy life so wisely that when thou at last art dead,</div> -<div class="verse">‘Dead’ may not be all the comment, all the requiem that’s said.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70"></a>[Pg 70]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="HAROUN_ER-RASHEEDS_POET" id="HAROUN_ER-RASHEEDS_POET"></a>HAROUN ER-RASHEED’S POET.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Khalifah Haroun, surnamed Er-Rasheed,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">In the calm evening of a festal day,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ordered his bard, Abu-l’Atahiyeh,</div> -<div class="verse">To praise the life it pleased his lord to lead.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The poet bowed and stirred the silver wires,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And sang, ‘Khalifah, peace and pleasure wait</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Within the shadow of your palace gate,</div> -<div class="verse">And deep fulfilment of your heart’s desires.’</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71"></a>[Pg 71]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Said Haroun, smiling, ‘Here is silver speech</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That shall be sealed with silver; speak again,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And find my bounty boundless as the main</div> -<div class="verse">Which knows, so poets say, no further beach.’</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Again the poet’s voice and lute allied,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">‘Let not the day star nor the night star shine</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Upon the hour that leaves a wish of thine,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy lightest wish, Haroun, ungratified.’</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Still Haroun smiled, ‘This time thy words are gold,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And shall be guerdoned with a golden fee;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Sing on, sweet voice, sing on and comfort me,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor ever fear to find thy master cold.’</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72"></a>[Pg 72]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then sang Abu-l’Atahiyeh aloud,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">‘In those dark moments when thy faltering breath</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Shall strive in vain against all-conquering death,</div> -<div class="verse">These things shall seem like shadows on a shroud.’</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There fell a fearful silence on the place,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">While the scared guests saw Haroun from his throne</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Frown at the bard, and then, with a deep groan,</div> -<div class="verse">Hide in his trembling hands his weeping face.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Straightway a supple courtier standing by</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Cried to the singer, ‘Blasted be the throat</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Which frights our master with a boding note</div> -<div class="verse">In lieu of mirthful music; look to die.’</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73"></a>[Pg 73]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">‘Nay,’ Haroun whispered, ‘do not blame the bard;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He saw our soul benighted, and, like wind,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Dispersed the veil of error. Let him find</div> -<div class="verse">My richest gems too poor for his reward.’</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74"></a>[Pg 74]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="GHAZEL" id="GHAZEL"></a>GHAZEL.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If the gracious girl I worship would but take my heart in hand,</div> -<div class="verse">I would give her for her beauty Ispahan and Samarcand.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But this lass, the very fairest trouble of our tranquil town,</div> -<div class="verse">Plucks all patience from my bosom, lifts my hopes to laugh them down.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75"></a>[Pg 75]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She has slandered me, so be it; I forgive her, speaking sooth,</div> -<div class="verse">For the harshest words fall softly from the scarlet lips of youth;</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet I dare not call her cruel, though she does me grievous wrong,</div> -<div class="verse">For what lovely face is flattered by the proudest poet’s song?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fill, then, friend, while wine remaineth, for in Paradise, dear lad,</div> -<div class="verse">We shall sigh for Mosellay and weep the waves of Rocknabad.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76"></a>[Pg 76]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Speak of wine and song and women; cease, I pray, to seek in vain,</div> -<div class="verse">What that mystery most mystic called to-morrow may contain.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">String thy pearls and sing them, Hafiz, for from heaven’s golden bars</div> -<div class="verse">God has shed upon thy verses all the sweetness of the stars.</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77"></a>[Pg 77]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="THE_GRAVE_OF_OMAR-I-KHAYYAM" id="THE_GRAVE_OF_OMAR-I-KHAYYAM"></a>THE GRAVE OF OMAR-I-KHAYYAM.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I, named Nizami, child of Samarcand,</div> -<div class="verse">The holy place whose towers aspire to heaven,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose domes are blue as heaven’s inverted cup,</div> -<div class="verse">The consecrated shrine, head of Islam,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose heart is at Meccah, the happy spot</div> -<div class="verse">Where bloom the gardens of the Heart’s Delight,</div> -<div class="verse">Where in the house upon the Shepherd’s Hill</div> -<div class="verse">Wise men pursue the pathway of the stars—</div> -<div class="verse">I, even Nizami, write this record down</div> -<div class="verse">In God’s name, merciful, compassionate,</div> -<div class="verse">A proof of his compassion.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78"></a>[Pg 78]</span> -<div class="verse indent24">When my youth</div> -<div class="verse">Burned in my body like a new-fed flame,</div> -<div class="verse">When wisdom seemed an easy flower to pluck,</div> -<div class="verse">And knowledge fruit that ripens in a day;</div> -<div class="verse">Ah me! that merry When so long ago</div> -<div class="verse">I was a pupil of that man of men,</div> -<div class="verse">Omar, the tent-maker of Naishapur,</div> -<div class="verse">That is Khorassan’s crown, Omar the wise,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose wisdom read the golden laws of life,</div> -<div class="verse">And made them ours for ever in his songs,</div> -<div class="verse">Omar the star-gazer.</div> -<div class="verse indent18">One day by chance,</div> -<div class="verse">I taxing all my student’s store of wit</div> -<div class="verse">With thought of is and is not, good and bad,</div> -<div class="verse">And fondly dreaming that my fingers soon</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79"></a>[Pg 79]</span> -<div class="verse">Would close upon the key of heaven and earth,</div> -<div class="verse">I met my master in a garden walk,</div> -<div class="verse">Musing as was his wont, I knew not what,</div> -<div class="verse">Perhaps some better mode of marshalling</div> -<div class="verse">Those daily soldiers of the conquering years,</div> -<div class="verse">Perchance some subtler science which the stars</div> -<div class="verse">Ciphered in fire upon the vaulted sky</div> -<div class="verse">For him alone, perchance on some rare rhymes</div> -<div class="verse">Pregnant with mighty thoughts, or on some girl,</div> -<div class="verse">Star-eyed and cypress-slender, tulip-cheeked</div> -<div class="verse">And jasmine-bosomed, for he loved such well,</div> -<div class="verse">And deemed it wisdom.</div> -<div class="verse indent22">Omar saw me not,</div> -<div class="verse">And would have passed me curtained in his thoughts;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80"></a>[Pg 80]</span> -<div class="verse">But I, perked up with youthful consequence</div> -<div class="verse">At mine own wisdom, plucked him by the sleeve,</div> -<div class="verse">And with grave salutation, as befits</div> -<div class="verse">The pupil to the master, stayed his course</div> -<div class="verse">And craved his patience.</div> -<div class="verse indent22">Omar gazed at me</div> -<div class="verse">With the grave sweetness which his servants loved,</div> -<div class="verse">And gave me leave to speak, which I, on fire</div> -<div class="verse">To tell the thing I thought, made haste to do,</div> -<div class="verse">And poured my babble in the master’s ear</div> -<div class="verse">Of solving human doubt.</div> -<div class="verse indent22">When I had done,</div> -<div class="verse">And, panting, looked into my master’s eyes</div> -<div class="verse">To read therein approval of my plan,</div> -<div class="verse">He turned his head, and for a little while</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81"></a>[Pg 81]</span> -<div class="verse">Waited in silence, while my petulant mind</div> -<div class="verse">Galloped again the course of argument</div> -<div class="verse">And found no flaw, all perfect.</div> -<div class="verse indent26">Still he stood</div> -<div class="verse">Silent, and I, the riddle-reader, vexed</div> -<div class="verse">At long-delayed approval, touched again</div> -<div class="verse">His sleeve, and with impatient reverence</div> -<div class="verse">Said,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">‘Master, speak, that I may garner up</div> -<div class="verse">In scented manuscripts the thoughts of price</div> -<div class="verse">That fall from Omar’s lips.’</div> -<div class="verse indent24">He smiled again</div> -<div class="verse">In sweet forgiveness of my turbulent mood,</div> -<div class="verse">And with a kindly laughter in his eyes</div> -<div class="verse">He said,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82"></a>[Pg 82]</span> -<div class="verse indent8">‘I have been thinking, when I die,</div> -<div class="verse">That I should like to slumber where the wind</div> -<div class="verse">May heap my tomb with roses.’</div> -<div class="verse indent28">So he spoke,</div> -<div class="verse">And then with thoughtful face and quiet tread</div> -<div class="verse">He past and left me staring, most amazed</div> -<div class="verse">At such a pearl from such a sea of thought,</div> -<div class="verse">And marvelling that great philosophers</div> -<div class="verse">Can pay so little sometimes heed to truth</div> -<div class="verse">When truth is thrust before them. God be praised!</div> -<div class="verse">I am wiser now, and grasp no golden key.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Years came and went, and Omar passed away,</div> -<div class="verse">First from those garden walks of Samarcand</div> -<div class="verse">Where he and I so often watched the moon</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83"></a>[Pg 83]</span> -<div class="verse">Silver the bosoms of the cypresses,</div> -<div class="verse">And so from out the circle of my life,</div> -<div class="verse">And in due season out of life itself;</div> -<div class="verse">And his great name became a memory</div> -<div class="verse">That clung about me like the scent of flowers</div> -<div class="verse">Beloved in boyhood, and the wheeling years</div> -<div class="verse">Ground pleasure into dust beneath my feet;</div> -<div class="verse">And so the world wagged till there came a day</div> -<div class="verse">When I that had been young and was not young,</div> -<div class="verse">I found myself in Naishapur, and there</div> -<div class="verse">Bethought me of my master dead and gone,</div> -<div class="verse">And the musk-scented preface of my youth.</div> -<div class="verse">Then to myself I said, ‘Nizami, rise</div> -<div class="verse">And seek the tomb of Omar.’</div> -<div class="verse indent26">So I sought,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84"></a>[Pg 84]</span> -<div class="verse">And after seeking found, and, lo! it lay</div> -<div class="verse">Beyond a garden full of roses, full</div> -<div class="verse">As the third heaven is full of happy eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">And every wind that whispered through the trees</div> -<div class="verse">Scattered a heap of roses on his grave;</div> -<div class="verse">Yea, roses leaned, and from their odorous hearts</div> -<div class="verse">Rained petals on his marble monument,</div> -<div class="verse">Crimson as lips of angels.</div> -<div class="verse indent22">Then my mind,</div> -<div class="verse">Sweeping the desert of departed years,</div> -<div class="verse">Leaped to that garden speech in Samarcand,</div> -<div class="verse">The cypress grove, my fretful questioning,</div> -<div class="verse">And the mild beauty of my master’s face.</div> -<div class="verse">Then I knelt down and glorified Allah,</div> -<div class="verse">Who is compassionate and merciful,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85"></a>[Pg 85]</span> -<div class="verse">That of his boundless mercy he forgave</div> -<div class="verse">This singing sinner; for I surely knew</div> -<div class="verse">That all the leaves of every rose that dripped</div> -<div class="verse">Its tribute on the tomb where Omar sleeps,</div> -<div class="verse">Were tears and kisses that should smooth away</div> -<div class="verse">His record of offence; for Omar sinned,</div> -<div class="verse">Since Omar was a man.</div> -<div class="verse indent20">He wished to sleep</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath a veil of roses; Heaven heard,</div> -<div class="verse">Forgave, and granted, and the perfumed pall</div> -<div class="verse">Hides the shrine’s whiteness. Glory to Allah!</div> -</div></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -</div> -<div class="chap"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86"></a>[Pg 86]</span> - - - -<h2><a name="OMAR_ANSWERS" id="OMAR_ANSWERS"></a>OMAR ANSWERS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now by the memory of Kai Khosru,</div> -<div class="verse">Of Kaikobad, of Zal and Rustem too,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O English singer rousing me from sleep,</div> -<div class="verse">The student of the stars will answer you.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For what avails it cycles to have lain</div> -<div class="verse">Since first the roses gushed their scented rain</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Upon my grave in Naishapur if men</div> -<div class="verse">In the world’s winter take my name in vain?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87"></a>[Pg 87]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Through piled-up earth and ages echoes reach</div> -<div class="verse">My tranquil slumbers of an alien speech,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Blown over seas wherein strange doctors preach</div> -<div class="verse">Strange sermons on the things I thought to teach.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For, misinterpreting the songs I sung,</div> -<div class="verse">By vain desire and vain ambition stung,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O for one hour of that lost age! they cry,</div> -<div class="verse">That golden age when old Khayyam was young.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fools who believe the world was otherwise</div> -<div class="verse">Than what it now is in the Persian’s eyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or think the secret of content was found</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the canopy of Persian skies.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88"></a>[Pg 88]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Man is to-day what man was yesterday—</div> -<div class="verse">Will be to-morrow; let him curse or pray,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Drink or be dull, he learns not nor shall learn</div> -<div class="verse">The lesson that will laugh the world away.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The world as grey or just as golden shows,</div> -<div class="verse">The wine as sweet or just as bitter flows,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For you as me; and you, like me, may find</div> -<div class="verse">Perfume or canker in the reddest rose.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The tale of life is hard to understand;</div> -<div class="verse">But while the cup waits ready to your hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Drink and declare the summer roses blow</div> -<div class="verse">As red in London as in Samarcand.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89"></a>[Pg 89]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lips are as sweet to kiss and eyes as bright</div> -<div class="verse">As ever fluttered Omar with delight;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">English or Persian, while the mouth is fair,</div> -<div class="verse">What can it matter how it says good-night?</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whether the legend in the Book of Youth</div> -<div class="verse">Runs left or right, it reads a prayer for ruth;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The music of the bird upon the bough</div> -<div class="verse">Meant, and still means, no more nor less than truth.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The wisdom of the wisest of the wise</div> -<div class="verse">Is but the pinch of powder in the eyes</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thrown by the fingers of the fiend, that we</div> -<div class="verse">True things from false may fail to recognise.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90"></a>[Pg 90]</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And not a pang which vexes human flesh,</div> -<div class="verse">And not a problem which the Sufis thresh,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But scared my body or perplexed my soul,</div> -<div class="verse">And what I felt each man must feel afresh.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So, brother, by Allah! forbear to weep:</div> -<div class="verse">Life is a wine which you may drink as deep</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As ever I did, for the hour will come</div> -<div class="verse">When you, like old Khayyam, will fall asleep.</div> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Therefore, O northern singer! prithee cease</div> -<div class="verse">To vex my sprite with questions. 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