Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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Ever to be about with men

Proveth the self doth not attain;

To friends be thou a stranger, then,

Who art familiar with pain.

How long before the palace gate

Of princes wilt thou bow thy face?

From God, Who. did thy soul create,

Learn thou the pride of matchless grace

The warrior’s love will come one day

To such a point of excellence

That notice he will no more pay

To mortal beauty’s blandishments.

I sang before the sanctuary

So sad a song of heart’s desire,

That each initiate learned from me

The joy of separation’s fire.

Unseeing are the buyers’ eyes,

And I rejoice and jubilate

Because Loves precious merchandise

Remaineth still immaculate.

Come, let us on the tulip tread

And drink the wine–cup fearlessly;

Lawful it is, if lovers shed

The blood of ancient piety.

Go forth from Muslim company,

And in Islam thy refuge take;

For Muslims count as equity

The measures infidel they make.