In the path of the Persian [poems] . d, to me;Above my cups my spirit soars toward Thee;The thronged mosque knows me not: thisthough my soulFind endless ease or ceaseless agony. XXXIV 0 Lord, have mercy on my graceless goal,Have mercy on my sorrow-laden soul, Have mercy on my tavern-turning on my hand that clutches at the bowl. XXXV Lord, in the path of Right direct my feet, Or make that right which I have found so sweet. Give me to-day my pleasure, and inflictTo-morrow what Thy mercy may deem meet. XXXVI Lord of my deepmost secrets. Thou dost know 1 love Thee with a love that passeth
In the path of the Persian [poems] . d, to me;Above my cups my spirit soars toward Thee;The thronged mosque knows me not: thisthough my soulFind endless ease or ceaseless agony. XXXIV 0 Lord, have mercy on my graceless goal,Have mercy on my sorrow-laden soul, Have mercy on my tavern-turning on my hand that clutches at the bowl. XXXV Lord, in the path of Right direct my feet, Or make that right which I have found so sweet. Give me to-day my pleasure, and inflictTo-morrow what Thy mercy may deem meet. XXXVI Lord of my deepmost secrets. Thou dost know 1 love Thee with a love that passeth show, Submissive to Thy will, and grateful mostFor this soul-soothing juice Thou dost bestow. 46 In the Path of the Persian XXXVII Omniscient All-Giver, in Thy hand I rest, and fain would heed T?hy high command. If through the flagons lure I go astray,O give me faith to see, and strength to withstand. THE SYBARITE TO THE ASCETIC The worship most acceptable to the gods is thatluhich corn^s from cheerful hearts, —Plutarch (Fabius).. THE SYBARITE TO THE ASCETIC I O saki, come, two brimming measures pour. Drink, woe-struck stranger, and thy peace re-store ;Clear wine shall drown thy griefs. Thou wiltnot drink? Go, then, eat stones, if that content thee more. II Thou blind ascetic, who dost joy shouldst thou seek or sigh for bliss divine?Barren and starved, thy shrunk and witheredheartKnows not the wine of Love nor love of wine. Ill The fair vine grapes, the thistle thistles bears,The mole a mole, the lion liqns or lowly thou shalt be but manFor all thy yearning, travail, tears and prayers. IV Why clutch thy somber robe and shrink from me ?Wisdom my wassail-bowl may teach to thee, For lo, a kings head and a beggars feetUnite and drink in loving amity. 49 50 In the Path of the Persian V Thou hailest Allah kind and good. How soIf He delight thy unearned griefs to know ? What merit in thy calm contempt of DeathSince Death to thee brings ease of pain and woe ?
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