nto moulds its weight.

Spirits of the Unseen World of Purities divine,
With me an earth-bound mortal, poured forth their 'wildering wine.

Heaven, from its heavy trust aspiring to be free,
The duty was allotted, mad as I am, to me.

Thank God my friend and I once more sweet peace have gained!
For this the houris dancing thanksgiving cups have drained.

With Fancy's hundred wisps what wonder that I've strayed,
When Adam in his prudence was by a grain bewrayed?[43]

Excuse the wrangling sects, which number seventy-two:
They knock at Fable's portal, for Truth eludes their view.

No fire is that whose flame the taper laughs to scorn:
True fire consumes to ashes the moth's upgarnered corn.

Blood fills recluses' hearts where Love its dot doth place,
Fine as the mole that glistens upon a charmer's face.

As Hafiz, none Thought's face
Hath yet unveiled; not e'en
Since for the brides of Language
Combed have their tresses been.

CXV

Lost Joseph shall return to Kanaan's land--Despair not:
Affliction's cell of gloom with flowers shall bloom:
Despair not

Sad heart, thy state shall mend; repel despondency;
Thy head confused with pain shall sense regain:
Despair not.

When life's fresh spring returns upon the dais mead,
O night-bird! o'er thy head the rose shall spread:
Despair not,

Hope on, though things unseen may baffle thy research;
Mysterious sports we hail beyond the veil:
Despair not.

Has the revolving Sphere two days opposed thy wish,
Know that the circling Round is changeful found:
Despair not.

If on the Ka'bah bent, thou brave the desert sand,
Though from the acacias thorn thy foot be torn,
Despair not,

Heart, should the flood of death life's fabric sweep away,
Noah shall steer the ark o'er billows dark:
Despair not,

Though perilous the stage, though out of sight the goal,
Whither soe'er we wend, there is an end:
Despair not,

If Love evades our grasp, and rivals press our suit,
God, Lord of every change, surveys the range:
Despair not.

Hafiz, in thy poor nook--
Alone, the dark night through--
Prayer and the Koran's page
Shall grief assuage--
Despair not.

CXXIX

Endurance, intellect, and peace have from my bosom flown,
Lured by an idol's silver ear-lobes, and its heart of stone.

An image brisk, of piercing looks, with peris'