TRANSLATIONS

FROM THE

HINDOOSTANE E.

SONNET BY THE LATE NAWAB OF

OUDE, ASUF UD DOWLA.

In those eyes the tears that glisten as in pity for

my pain, Are they gems, or only dew-drops ? can they, will

they long remain ?

Why thy strength of tyrant beauty thus, with

seeining ruth, restrain ? Better breathe my last before thee, than in linger:

ing grief remain!

To yon planet, Fate has given every inonth to

wax and wane; And—thy world of blushing brightness--can it,

will it, long remain ?

Health and youth in balmy moisture on thy cheek

their seat maintain ; But-the dew that steeps the rose-bud-can it,

will it long remain ?

Asuf, why, in mournful numbers, of thine absence

thus complain? Chance had joined us, chance has parted,-nought

on earth can long remain.

In the world may’st thou, beloved, live exempt

from grief and pain. On my lips the breath is fleeting,—will it, can it

long remain ?