Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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Like the dervish drunken be

Quaff the winecup instantly,

And, when thou art bolder grown,

Hurl thyself on Jamshid’s throne

‘‘This our world’, they asked of me,

"Is’t congenial to thee?"

"Nay", I answered; and they cried,

"Break and strew it far and wide !"

In the taverns I saw none

Meet to be companion;

Get thee less with tavern-boys

Smite with Rustam and rejoice!

Tulip in the desert bright,

Burn thou not in lonely light;

Let thy heart consuming glow

Blaze in Adam’s bosom, too.

Thou’rt His fiery inward mood,

Thou the fever of His blood;

Dost thou not believe? Go, rend

This world’s body, end to end.

Is the Mind thy lamp? To-day,

Set it out upon the war;

If thy beaker Love? Drink wine

With some trusty mate of thine.

Ah, my heart is all aglow,

From mine eves the blood streams flow;

See, my ruby offering;

Take, and wear this in thy ring.