BOOK OF LOVE. MASTER-PATTERNS.1 Y verse discovers MY Six pairs of lovers. Fuel to love word-sketches of two, Rustan and Rodawu. Unknown to each, so near, so far, Jussuph and Suleiká. Love without what love doth win, Ferhad and Schirin. Such too as lovers are Medschnun and Leila. Lover's eyes of Dschemil saw Youth in grizzled Boteinah. Whim as fine as any yet, Solomon and the brunette ! Hast thou marked these well, Thou wilt in love excel. L ANOTHER PAIR. OVE truly is a famous trade! In what is finer profit made? Thou art not mighty, hast no hoard, Art equal to the greatest lord. As soon of Asra and Wamik As of the famous prophets speak; Not speak, indeed, but merely name, Their names announce to all a fame. What deeds were theirs, what businesses, That no man knows! We know but this, They loved. All other words are weak In speech of Asra and Wamik. READING-BOOK.2 WONDERFULLEST book of books Wo Is the book of Love; With intent have I perused it: And reunion! A small chapter, Endless, without stint. O Nisami! Still, at last Thou didst find the right direction: Lovers who resume each other. There were eyes, there was a mouth so tender, Was she there—and whither away? WARNED. I TOO, willing, have been caught In the tresses' snaring, And so, Hafis, as with thee, With thy friend 'twas faring. Weft of slender hairs they plait ; Know we to our sorrow. Thus to let their wile constrain He who dreads a heavy chain ABANDONED. LOCKS crisping on a head so round! And if I may through such a wealth of hair, Hither, with both hands full, and thither, fare, To very bottom of my heart I 'm sound. At once am healed, at once receive a wound They are not flesh, they are not skin, So dainty for the sport are they! So once and often didst thou too, HESITATION. F the emeralds must I prattle OF Which thy comely fingers suit? Sometimes is a word in season, Oft 'tis better to be mute. I would say, then: green the color Dost insist? Well, take and read it, Why dost practise such control! "Equal to thy emerald's solace Is the peril from thy soul." Darling, what though songs must venture Of their sky-land, to be prison'd Shall immortally remain. |