357. C. L. A. I. J. 358. «For once, while roses are in bloom,» I said, «I'll break the law, and please myself instead, With blooming youths, and maidens' tulip cheeks The plain shall blossom like a tulip-bed.» 358. L. N. _Rozi_, _ya i batni_, or _tankir_ (?). 359. Think not I am existent of myself, Or walk this blood-stained pathway of myself; This being is not I, it is of Him. Pray what, and where, and whence is this «myself»? 359. C. L. A. I. J. In line 3 I omit _wa_ after _Lu bud_. Meaning, Man's real existence is not of himself, but of the «Truth,» the universal _Noumenon_. 360. Endure this world without my wine I cannot! Drag on life's load without my cups I cannot! I am the slave of that sweet moment, when They say, «Take one more goblet,» and I cannot! 360. C. L. N. A. I. J. 361. You, who both day and night the world pursue, And thoughts of that dread day of doom eschew, Bethink you of your latter end; be sure As time has treated others, so 'twill you! 361. C. L. N. A. I. 362. O man, who art creation's summary, Getting and spending too much trouble thee! Arise, and quaff the Etern Cupbearer's wine, And so from troubles of both worlds be free! 362. C. L. N. A. I. J. So Wordsworth, «The world is too much with us,» etc. The Sufis rejected _talab ud dunya_, «worldliness,» and _talab nl ukharat_, «other-worldliness,» for _talab nl maula_, «disinterested godliness.» So Madame Guyon taught «Holy Indifference.» 363. In this eternally revolving zone, Two lucky species of men are known; One knows all good and ill that are on earth, One neither earth's affairs, nor yet his own. 363. C. L. N. A. I. J. _Taman_, «entirely.» The two classes seem to be practical men and mystics. 364. Make light to me the world's oppressive weight, And hide my failings from the people's hate, And grant me peace to-day, and on the morrow Deal with me as Thy mercy may dictate! 364. C. L. N A. I. J. In line 4 scan _anchaz_. 365. Souls that are well informed of this world's state, Its weal and woe with equal mind await: For, be it weal we meet, or be it woe, The weal doth pass, and woe too hath its date. 365. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. 'Twill all be one a hundred years hence. 366. Lament not fortune's want of constancy, But up! and seize her favours ere they flee; If fortune always cleaved to other men, How could a turn of luck have come to thee? 366. C. L. N. A. I. J. This was a saying of Kisra Parviz to his Sultana. Bicknell's Hafiz, p. 73. 367. Chief of old friends! hearken to what I say, Let not heaven's treacherous wheel your heart dismay; But rest contented in your humble nook, And watch the games that wheel is wont to play. 367. C. L. N. A. I. J. 368.