From his Winter Qasida
Locust-like down from the sky the snowflakes wing their way;
From the green-plumaged bird, Delight, O heart! hope not for lay.
Like drunken camels, spatter now the clouds earth's winding-sheet;
Laded the caravan of mirth and glee, and passed away.
With lighted lamps in daytime seek the people for the sun:
Yet scarce, with trouble, a dim, fitful spark discover they.
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The Moon in Sign of Bounteousness! the Shade of Allah's grace!
The King, star-armied! he in aspect fair as Hermes' ray —
The Kh a n Muhammed! at the portal of whose sphere of might
To wait as servants would Darius and Key-Khusrev pray!
E'en should the sun till the Last Day it measure with gold beam,
Nor shore nor depth could e'er it find to th' ocean of his sway!
From the green-plumaged bird, Delight, O heart! hope not for lay.
Like drunken camels, spatter now the clouds earth's winding-sheet;
Laded the caravan of mirth and glee, and passed away.
With lighted lamps in daytime seek the people for the sun:
Yet scarce, with trouble, a dim, fitful spark discover they.
*****
The Moon in Sign of Bounteousness! the Shade of Allah's grace!
The King, star-armied! he in aspect fair as Hermes' ray —
The Kh a n Muhammed! at the portal of whose sphere of might
To wait as servants would Darius and Key-Khusrev pray!
E'en should the sun till the Last Day it measure with gold beam,
Nor shore nor depth could e'er it find to th' ocean of his sway!
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