336. L. N. B. Line 1, Being and Not-being, «Grade,» _i.e._, of learning. 337. Though I drink wine, I am no libertine, Nor am I grasping, save of cups of wine; I scruple to adore myself, like you; For this cause to wine-worship I incline. 337. C. L. N. A. I. J. A hit at the vain and covetous Mollas. Also ascribed to Anwari. 338. To confidants like you I dare to say What mankind really are--moulded of clay, Affliction's clay, and kneaded in distress, They taste the world awhile, then pass away. 338. C. L. N. A. I. J. Note the archaic form. 339. We make the wine-jar's lip our place of prayer, And drink in lessons of true manhood there, And pass our lives in taverns, if perchance The time mis-spent in mosques we may repair. 339. L. N. This quatrain is probably Mystical. 340. Man is the whole creation's summary, The precious apple of great wisdom's eye; The circle of existence is a ring, Whereof the signet is humanity. 340. C. L. N. A. I. Man is the microcosm. See _Gulshan i Raz_, p. 15. «The captain jewel of the carcanet.» 341. With fancies, as with wine, our heads we turn, Aspire to heaven, and earth's low trammels spurn; But, when we drop this fleshly clog, 'tis seen From dust we came, and back to dust return. 341. L. N. 342. If so it be that I did break the fast, Think not I meant it; no! I thought 'twas past;-- That day more weary than a sleepless night,-- And blesséd breakfast-time had come at last! 342. L. N. _Roza khwardan_, «to avoid fasting.» In line 2, for _bekhabar_ read _bakhabar_. 343. I never drank of joy's sweet cordial, But grief's fell hand infused a drop of gall; Nor dipped my bread in pleasure's piquant salt, But briny sorrow made me smart withal! 343. C. L. N. A. I. Line 4, literally, «eat a roast of my own liver.» 344. At dawn to tavern haunts I wend my way, And with distraught Kalendars pass the day; O Thou! who know'st things secret, and things known, Grant me Thy grace, that I may learn to pray! 344. C. L. N. A. I. J. _Khafiyyat_ means «manifest,» as well as «concealed.» Lucknow commentator. 345. The world's annoys I rate not at one grain, So I eat once a day I don't complain; And, since earth's kitchen yields no solid food, I pester no man with petitions vain. 345. C. L. N. A. I. J. In line 3 the _Alif_ in _az_ is not treated as an _Alif i wasl_. Bl., Pros. 10. 346. Never from worldly toils have I been free, Never for one short moment glad to be! I served a long apprenticeship to fate, But yet of fortune gained no mastery. 346. C. L. N. A. I. J. _Ek dam zadan_, «For one moment.» 347. One hand with Koran, one with wine-cup dight, I half incline to wrong, and half to right; The azure-marbled sky looks down on me A sorry Moslem, yet not heathen quite.