My queen (long may she live to vex her slave!) To-day a token of affection gave, Darting a kind glance from her eyes, she passed, And said, «Do good and cast it on the wave!» 273. L. N. Meaning, hope not for a return to your love. _Nekuyey_, «a good act,» _ya_ conjunctive and _ya i tankir_, Vullers, p. 250. 274. I put my lips to the cup, for I did yearn The hidden cause of length of days to learn; He leaned his lip to mine, and whispered low, «Drink! for, once gone, you never will return.» 274. C. L. A. B. I. J. Some MSS. give line 4 differently. 275. We lay in the cloak of Naught, asleep and still, Thou said'st, «Awake! taste the world's good and ill»; Here we are puzzled by Thy strange command, From slanted jars no single drop to spill. 275. L. Naught, _i.e._, Not-being. See note to No. 183. 276. O Thou! who know'st the secret thoughts of all, In time of sorest need who aidest all, Grant me repentance, and accept my plea, O Thou who dost accept the pleas of all! 276. C. L. N. A. I. J. Note _tashdid_ on _rabb_ dropped. 277. I saw a bird perched on the walls of Tus, Before him lay the skull of Kai Kawus, And thus he made his moan, «Alas, poor king! Thy drums are hushed, thy 'larums have rung truce.» 277. C. L. N. A. Tus was near Nishapur. 278. Ask not the chances of the time to be, And for the past, 'tis vanished, as you see; This ready-money breath set down as gain, Future and past concern not you or me. 278. C. L. N. A. I. J. In line 1 note _izafat_ dropped after silent _he_. Compare Horace's Ode to Leuconoe. 279. What launched that golden orb his course to run, What wrecks his firm foundations, when 'tis done, No man of science ever weighed with scales, Nor made assay with touchstone, no, not one! 279. L. The vanity of science. [Illustration: _SUFI MYSTICS GATHERED FOR MEDITATION_ _From an old painting by a Pushtu artist_] 280. I pray thee to my counsel lend thine ear, Cast off this false hypocrisy's veneer; This life a moment is, the next all time, Sell not eternity for earthly gear! 280. C. L. N. A. B. I. Note _ra_ separated from its noun, as before. Vullers, p. 173. 281. Ofttimes I plead my foolishness to Thee, My heart contracted with perplexity; I gird me with the Magian zone, and why? For shame so poor a Musulman to be. 281. C. L. N. A. I. J. In line 1 scan _nadaniyi_, dissolving the long _ya_. 282. Khayyam! rejoice that wine you still can pour, And still the charms of tulip cheeks adore; You'll soon not be, rejoice then that you are, Think how 'twould be in case you were no more! 282. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. 283. Once, in a potter's shop, a company Of cups in converse did I chance to see, And lo! one lifted up his voice, and cried, «Who made, who sells, who buys this crockery?»