As hidden effect of a diet of sweets, By long incubation, boils break out, or gleets. The flesh, with praise pampered, a Pharaoh becomes. Thy flatterers will turn. 'Tis greed only, them makes. Will shake their heads, shout out: "Poor de'il! What 330 a craze!" On seeing thee, then, as thou wanderest about, They cry: "Cursed hobgoblin! From grave he's come out!" Like beardless, vain boy they've addressed as "My Lord," In vice when he's nurtured, his beard thickly grown, Thee he'll never seek; worse than him, thou, a thief. So long as thou'rt man, Satan follows thy track. He tempts thee to drain manhood's lees, still, and wrack. 335 When thou'rt become devil, just like to himself, He flees thee in fright; leaves thee quite to thyself. All they who before refuge took in thy power, Our words are mere lies, all tergiversations.1 1 This section purports to be a dissertation on the dictum: "What God wills, is." 2 Man's "record" is the register of his thoughts, words, and deeds, kept by angels, to be produced in the last judgment. 340 To servants, sound judgment Thou'st kindly vouchsafed. This gift made the means, we've from error escaped. One drop from the sea of Thy knowledge, does us A drop, lost in air, dispersed in the soil, Is still, through Thy providence, safe from despoil. Thy beck can them summon to new entity. Each night, in profound sleep our consciousness sinks; 350 Becomes non-existent ;-waves on seashore's brinks. When morning afresh dawns, they wake up anew, Like fish in the sea, plashing drops, falling dew. In autumn, the leaves see. They quit, then, the trees; O Death! Thou restorest, now, the whole prey of thine; 355 The leaves, flowers, and fruits, in their due season shine. Consider, my friend, in thyself; now, awhile, The spring and the autumn thou in thee seest smile. Look thou that thy heart be green, yield its good fruits These words of mine come from the Spirit supreme, Thou dreamest fermentation, though wine is not set. As he did, weep, mourn; joy, like him, thou shalt get. 4 If thou art not Shirin, thou may'st Ferhad be;+ 1 The same word in Persian, bu, signifies “odour” and "hope." The thing hoped for becomes a distant, odoriferous flower. 2 Qur'an ii. 23, and forty places in all. 3 Jacob is said to have wept himself blind on losing Joseph; the smell of his son's coat, when refound, later, restored him. 4 Ferhad was Shirin's lover. (See Tale 6, distich 107, note). 5 Majnun, in story, went mad for love of Laylà. 6 The "Sage of Gazna" is the poet Sana'ī, already mentioned in the notes to the present tale, distich 230. 7 Joseph is held to have been most superlatively beautiful. 360 365 The parrot had death simulated, as prayer. 370 Do thou to pride die; thou mayest so live for e'er. From Jesus a breath may, then, blow upon thee; Transform thee to what he was, what thou mayest be. A stone will not blossom because it is spring. As earth make thyself; flowers around thee may cling. For years thou a stone 'st been; lay this well to heart. 373 Try patience a short time; 'twill give a fresh start. VIII. The Harper. HAST heard, perchance, there was in days of good 'Umer gay. Some day will Israfil attention pay to moans. Our outward ears the strains hear not which thence proceed; Those ears, in many ways, degraded are indeed. Mankind the songs of fairies never hear at all, They are not versed in fairies' ways, their voices small. 1 Israfil is the angel who will blow the last trump, twice. At the first, all living will die; at the second, all the dead will rise to be judged. His voice is the most musical among all those of the angels. 5 |