Like shining swords the green leaves toss about they. With bated breath the Judas-trees there stand by; And each for other running brook and breeze sigh. The gales tag with the basil play in high glee; To dance with cypress gives its hand the plane-tree. The soft winds have adorned the wanton bough fair, The leader of the frolics 'midst the parterre. The narcisse toward the almond-tree its glance throws; With vineyard-love the pink upbraids the dog-rose. The water's mirror clear doth as the Sphere gleam; Its stars, the flowers, reflected, fair and bright beam. The meads are skies; their stars, the drops of dew, glow; The jasmine is the moon; the stream, the halo. In short, each spot as resurrection-plane seems; None who beholds of everlasting pain dreams. Those who it view, and ponder well with thought's eye, It's strange, if they be mazed and wildered thereby? Up! breeze-like, Lami'i, thy hermitage leave! The roses' days in sooth no time for fasts give! POEMS OF GAZALI FROM AN ELEGY ON ISKENDER CHELEBI High honored once was the noble Iskender; O heart, from his destiny warning obtain. Ah! do thou see what at length hath befall'n him! What all this glory and panoply gain! Drinking the poison of doom, ne'er a remnant Of sweetness's taste in his mouth did remain. Retrograde, sank down his star, erst ascendant, From perfect conjunction, alas, did it wane. Dust on the face of his honor aye stainless Strewn hath the blast of betrayal profane. The Lofty Decree for his high exaltation Did Equity's Court, all unlooked for, ordain; Forthwith to the Regions of Eden they bore him, They raised him from earth's abject baseness and stain. Circling and soaring, he went on his journey, From the land of his exile to Home back again. Neck-bounden he stood as a slave at the palace, Freed is he now from affliction's hard chain. Joyous he flew on his journey to Heaven, Rescued forever from earth gross and vain. In life or in death from him never, ay, never Was honor most lofty, most glorious, ta'en! FRAGMENT Come is the autumn of my life, alas, it thus should pass away! I have not reached the dawn of joy, to sorrow's night there is no day. Time after time the image of her cheek falls on my tear-filled eye; Ah! no pretension to esteem can shadows in the water lay! Oh! whither will these winds of Fate impel the frail bark of the heart? Nor bound nor shore confining girds Time's dreary ocean of dismay! POEMS OF FUZULI GAZEL