The early springtide now hath made earth smiling bright again,E'en as doth union with his mistress soothe the lover's pain.They say: "'Tis now the goblet's turn, the time of mirth 'tis now";Beware that to the winds thou castest not this hour in vain.Theriaca within their ruby pots the tulips lay:See in the mead the running streamlet's glistening, snake-like train.Onward, beneath some cypress-tree's loved foot its face to rub,With turn and turn, and singing sweet, the brook goes through the plain.Lord! may this happy union of felicity and earth,Like turn of sun of Love, or Jesu's life, standfast remain!May glee and mirth, e'en as desired, continuous abideLike to a mighty Key-Khusrev's, or Jemshid's, glorious reign!Sultan Mohammed! Murad's son! the Pride of Princes all;He, the Darius, who to all earth's kings doth crowns ordain!Monarch of stars! whose flag's the sun, whose stirrup is the moon!Prince dread as Doom, and strong as Fate, and bounteous as main!
The early springtide now hath made earth smiling bright again,E'en as doth union with his mistress soothe the lover's pain.They say: "'Tis now the goblet's turn, the time of mirth 'tis now";Beware that to the winds thou castest not this hour in vain.Theriaca within their ruby pots the tulips lay:See in the mead the running streamlet's glistening, snake-like train.Onward, beneath some cypress-tree's loved foot its face to rub,With turn and turn, and singing sweet, the brook goes through the plain.Lord! may this happy union of felicity and earth,Like turn of sun of Love, or Jesu's life, standfast remain!May glee and mirth, e'en as desired, continuous abideLike to a mighty Key-Khusrev's, or Jemshid's, glorious reign!Sultan Mohammed! Murad's son! the Pride of Princes all;He, the Darius, who to all earth's kings doth crowns ordain!Monarch of stars! whose flag's the sun, whose stirrup is the moon!Prince dread as Doom, and strong as Fate, and bounteous as main!
The early springtide now hath made earth smiling bright again,E'en as doth union with his mistress soothe the lover's pain.They say: "'Tis now the goblet's turn, the time of mirth 'tis now";Beware that to the winds thou castest not this hour in vain.Theriaca within their ruby pots the tulips lay:See in the mead the running streamlet's glistening, snake-like train.Onward, beneath some cypress-tree's loved foot its face to rub,With turn and turn, and singing sweet, the brook goes through the plain.Lord! may this happy union of felicity and earth,Like turn of sun of Love, or Jesu's life, standfast remain!May glee and mirth, e'en as desired, continuous abideLike to a mighty Key-Khusrev's, or Jemshid's, glorious reign!
The early springtide now hath made earth smiling bright again,
E'en as doth union with his mistress soothe the lover's pain.
They say: "'Tis now the goblet's turn, the time of mirth 'tis now";
Beware that to the winds thou castest not this hour in vain.
Theriaca within their ruby pots the tulips lay:
See in the mead the running streamlet's glistening, snake-like train.
Onward, beneath some cypress-tree's loved foot its face to rub,
With turn and turn, and singing sweet, the brook goes through the plain.
Lord! may this happy union of felicity and earth,
Like turn of sun of Love, or Jesu's life, standfast remain!
May glee and mirth, e'en as desired, continuous abide
Like to a mighty Key-Khusrev's, or Jemshid's, glorious reign!
Sultan Mohammed! Murad's son! the Pride of Princes all;He, the Darius, who to all earth's kings doth crowns ordain!Monarch of stars! whose flag's the sun, whose stirrup is the moon!Prince dread as Doom, and strong as Fate, and bounteous as main!
Sultan Mohammed! Murad's son! the Pride of Princes all;
He, the Darius, who to all earth's kings doth crowns ordain!
Monarch of stars! whose flag's the sun, whose stirrup is the moon!
Prince dread as Doom, and strong as Fate, and bounteous as main!
One eve, when had the Sun before her radiant beauty brightLet down the veil of ambergris, the musky locks of night;(Off had the royal hawk, the Sun, flown from the Orient's hand,And lighted in the West; flocked after him the crows in flight;)To catch the gloomy raven, Night, the fowler skilled, the Sphere,Had shaped the new-moon like the claw of eagle, sharp to smite;In pity at the doleful sight of sunset's crimson blood,Its veil across the heaven's eye had drawn the dusky Night.Sultan of Rome! Khusrev of the Horizons! Bayezid!King of the Epoch! Sovereign! and Center of all Eight!The tablet of his heart doth all th' affairs of earth disclose;And eloquent as page of book the words he doth indite.O Shah! I'm he who, 'midst th' assembly where thy praise is sung,Will, rebec-like, a thousand notes upon one cord recite.'Tis meet perfection through thy name to my poor words should come,As to rose-water perfume sweet is brought by sunbeam's light.
One eve, when had the Sun before her radiant beauty brightLet down the veil of ambergris, the musky locks of night;(Off had the royal hawk, the Sun, flown from the Orient's hand,And lighted in the West; flocked after him the crows in flight;)To catch the gloomy raven, Night, the fowler skilled, the Sphere,Had shaped the new-moon like the claw of eagle, sharp to smite;In pity at the doleful sight of sunset's crimson blood,Its veil across the heaven's eye had drawn the dusky Night.Sultan of Rome! Khusrev of the Horizons! Bayezid!King of the Epoch! Sovereign! and Center of all Eight!The tablet of his heart doth all th' affairs of earth disclose;And eloquent as page of book the words he doth indite.O Shah! I'm he who, 'midst th' assembly where thy praise is sung,Will, rebec-like, a thousand notes upon one cord recite.'Tis meet perfection through thy name to my poor words should come,As to rose-water perfume sweet is brought by sunbeam's light.
One eve, when had the Sun before her radiant beauty brightLet down the veil of ambergris, the musky locks of night;(Off had the royal hawk, the Sun, flown from the Orient's hand,And lighted in the West; flocked after him the crows in flight;)To catch the gloomy raven, Night, the fowler skilled, the Sphere,Had shaped the new-moon like the claw of eagle, sharp to smite;In pity at the doleful sight of sunset's crimson blood,Its veil across the heaven's eye had drawn the dusky Night.
One eve, when had the Sun before her radiant beauty bright
Let down the veil of ambergris, the musky locks of night;
(Off had the royal hawk, the Sun, flown from the Orient's hand,
And lighted in the West; flocked after him the crows in flight;)
To catch the gloomy raven, Night, the fowler skilled, the Sphere,
Had shaped the new-moon like the claw of eagle, sharp to smite;
In pity at the doleful sight of sunset's crimson blood,
Its veil across the heaven's eye had drawn the dusky Night.
Sultan of Rome! Khusrev of the Horizons! Bayezid!King of the Epoch! Sovereign! and Center of all Eight!The tablet of his heart doth all th' affairs of earth disclose;And eloquent as page of book the words he doth indite.O Shah! I'm he who, 'midst th' assembly where thy praise is sung,Will, rebec-like, a thousand notes upon one cord recite.'Tis meet perfection through thy name to my poor words should come,As to rose-water perfume sweet is brought by sunbeam's light.
Sultan of Rome! Khusrev of the Horizons! Bayezid!
King of the Epoch! Sovereign! and Center of all Eight!
The tablet of his heart doth all th' affairs of earth disclose;
And eloquent as page of book the words he doth indite.
O Shah! I'm he who, 'midst th' assembly where thy praise is sung,
Will, rebec-like, a thousand notes upon one cord recite.
'Tis meet perfection through thy name to my poor words should come,
As to rose-water perfume sweet is brought by sunbeam's light.
Truth this: a lasting home hath yielded ne'er earth's spreading plain;Scarce e'en an inn where may the caravan for rest remain.Though every leaf of every tree is verily a book,For those who understanding lack doth earth no leaf contain.E'en though the Loved One be from thee as far as East from West,"Bagdad to lovers is not far," O heart, then strive and strain.One moment opened were her ebriate, strife-causing eyne,By us as scimitars, not merely daggers, were they ta'en.Yearneth Nejati for the court of thy fair Paradise,Though this a wish which he while here on earth can ne'er attain.
Truth this: a lasting home hath yielded ne'er earth's spreading plain;Scarce e'en an inn where may the caravan for rest remain.Though every leaf of every tree is verily a book,For those who understanding lack doth earth no leaf contain.E'en though the Loved One be from thee as far as East from West,"Bagdad to lovers is not far," O heart, then strive and strain.One moment opened were her ebriate, strife-causing eyne,By us as scimitars, not merely daggers, were they ta'en.Yearneth Nejati for the court of thy fair Paradise,Though this a wish which he while here on earth can ne'er attain.
Truth this: a lasting home hath yielded ne'er earth's spreading plain;Scarce e'en an inn where may the caravan for rest remain.Though every leaf of every tree is verily a book,For those who understanding lack doth earth no leaf contain.E'en though the Loved One be from thee as far as East from West,"Bagdad to lovers is not far," O heart, then strive and strain.One moment opened were her ebriate, strife-causing eyne,By us as scimitars, not merely daggers, were they ta'en.Yearneth Nejati for the court of thy fair Paradise,Though this a wish which he while here on earth can ne'er attain.
Truth this: a lasting home hath yielded ne'er earth's spreading plain;
Scarce e'en an inn where may the caravan for rest remain.
Though every leaf of every tree is verily a book,
For those who understanding lack doth earth no leaf contain.
E'en though the Loved One be from thee as far as East from West,
"Bagdad to lovers is not far," O heart, then strive and strain.
One moment opened were her ebriate, strife-causing eyne,
By us as scimitars, not merely daggers, were they ta'en.
Yearneth Nejati for the court of thy fair Paradise,
Though this a wish which he while here on earth can ne'er attain.
O Handkerchief! I send thee—off to yonder maid of grace;Around thee I my eyelashes will make the fringe of lace;I will the black point of my eye ruh up to paint therewith;To yon coquettish beauty go—go look thou in her face.O Handkerchief! the loved one's hand take, kiss her lip so sweet,Her chin, which mocks at apple and at orange, kissing greet;If sudden any dust should light upon her blessed heart,Fall down before her, kiss her sandal's sole, beneath her feet.A sample of my tears of blood thou, Handkerchief, wilt show,Through these within a moment would a thousand crimson grow;Thou'lt be in company with her, while I am sad with grief;To me no longer life may be, if things continue so.
O Handkerchief! I send thee—off to yonder maid of grace;Around thee I my eyelashes will make the fringe of lace;I will the black point of my eye ruh up to paint therewith;To yon coquettish beauty go—go look thou in her face.O Handkerchief! the loved one's hand take, kiss her lip so sweet,Her chin, which mocks at apple and at orange, kissing greet;If sudden any dust should light upon her blessed heart,Fall down before her, kiss her sandal's sole, beneath her feet.A sample of my tears of blood thou, Handkerchief, wilt show,Through these within a moment would a thousand crimson grow;Thou'lt be in company with her, while I am sad with grief;To me no longer life may be, if things continue so.
O Handkerchief! I send thee—off to yonder maid of grace;Around thee I my eyelashes will make the fringe of lace;I will the black point of my eye ruh up to paint therewith;To yon coquettish beauty go—go look thou in her face.
O Handkerchief! I send thee—off to yonder maid of grace;
Around thee I my eyelashes will make the fringe of lace;
I will the black point of my eye ruh up to paint therewith;
To yon coquettish beauty go—go look thou in her face.
O Handkerchief! the loved one's hand take, kiss her lip so sweet,Her chin, which mocks at apple and at orange, kissing greet;If sudden any dust should light upon her blessed heart,Fall down before her, kiss her sandal's sole, beneath her feet.
O Handkerchief! the loved one's hand take, kiss her lip so sweet,
Her chin, which mocks at apple and at orange, kissing greet;
If sudden any dust should light upon her blessed heart,
Fall down before her, kiss her sandal's sole, beneath her feet.
A sample of my tears of blood thou, Handkerchief, wilt show,Through these within a moment would a thousand crimson grow;Thou'lt be in company with her, while I am sad with grief;To me no longer life may be, if things continue so.
A sample of my tears of blood thou, Handkerchief, wilt show,
Through these within a moment would a thousand crimson grow;
Thou'lt be in company with her, while I am sad with grief;
To me no longer life may be, if things continue so.