Excerpta from Persian Poetry, EARTH AN ILLUSION. FROM the mists of the Ocean of Truth in the skies A Mirage in deluding reflections doth rise, There is naught but reality there to be seen; We have here but the lie of its vapory sheen.-HAFIZ. HEAVEN AN ECHO OF EARTH. 'Tis but a shadow of the earth's familiar bliss, Bright mirrored on the sky's ethereal fonts, A MORAL ATMOSPHERE. It is as hard for one whom sinners still prevent From prayer, to keep his virtue, yet with them to dwell, As it would be for a lotus of sweetest scent To blossom forth in beauty 'mid the flames of hell. FORTUNE AND WORTH. That haughty rich man see, a merely gilded clod; This poor man see, pure gold with common dust besmeared. Start not: in needy garb was Moses girt and shod, When waved and shone before him Pharaoh's golden beard! BROKEN HEARTS. When other things are broken they are nothing worth, Unless it be to some old Jew or some repairer; But hearts, the more they 're bruised and broken here on earth, In heaven are so much the costlier and the fairer. TO A GENEROUS MAN. To cloud of rain refreshing all the land, It is not fit to liken thy free hand; For as that gives it weeps meanwhile, But thou still givest with a smile. BEAUTY'S PREROGATIVE. Thy beauty pales all sublunary things, And man to vassalage eternal dooms: The road before thee should be swept with brooms Made of the eye-lashes of peerless kings, PROUD HUMILITY. In proud humility a pious man went through the field; FOLLY FOR ONE'S SELF. He who is only for his neighbors wise, THE IMPOSSIBILITY. When I shall see, though clad in gold or silk, THE SOBER DRUNKENNESS. A WINE-DRINKER'S METAPHORS. As the soul of perfume through a flower's petals slips, As to port from afar float the full-loaded ships, As the white-driven sea o'er a cliff's edges drips, FROM MIRTSA SCHAFFY. Better stars without shine, Than the shine without stars. Better wine without jars, Than the jars without wine. Better honey without bees, THE DOUBLE PLOT. Three hungry travellers found a bag of gold; But they too thought, When back his feet have hied, They killed him; and, partaking of the bread, O world! behold what ill thy goods have done; THE WORLD'S UNAPPRECIATION. The lyrical poems of the East called Ghazels, of which the following, from Trench, is a brief specimen, have this peculiarity, that the first two lines rhyme, and for this rhyme recurs a new one in the second line of each succeeding couplet, the alternate lines being free : For matters cannot well be worse Than when the thief says, 'Guard your purse. I cannot trust your counsel, friend: It surely hides some wicked end." Said Satan, "Near the throne of God, Angels of light, to us 'twas given To guide each wandering foot to Heaven; Not wholly lost is that first love, Nor those pure tastes we knew above. Roaming across a continent, The Tartar moves his shifting tent, But never quite forgets the day So we, once bathed in love divine, I fell, 'tis true,-Oh, ask not why! Jealous of men, I could not bear But yet God's tables open stand, His guests flock in from every land. Some kind act toward the race of men May toss us into heaven again. A game of chess is all we see, And God the player, pieces we. White, black,-queen, pawn,-'tis all the same; For on both sides he plays the game. Moved to and fro, from good to ill, The Caliph said, "If this be so A sea of lies art thou,-our sin, "Not so," said Satan: "I serve God, In tempting, I both bless and curse, Tell, then, the truth; for well I know If you had missed your prayer, I knew A swift repentance would ensue; And such repentance would have been A good, outweighing far the sin. I chose this humbleness divine, Born out of fault, should not be thine; Epigrams. MARTIAL'S EPIGRAM ON EPIGRAMS. Omnis epigramma, sit instar apis; sit aculeus illi, MIDAS AND MODERN STATESMEN. Midas, they say, possessed the art, of old, This, modern statesmen can reverse with ease; Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please. |