378. C. L. N. A. I. J. 379. Had I the power great Allah to advise, I'd bid him sweep away this earth and skies, And build a better, where, unclogged and free, The clear soul might achieve her high emprise. 379. C. L. N. A. I. J. This recalls the celebrated speech of Alphonso X., king of Castile. 380. This silly sorrow-laden heart of mine Is ever pining for that Love of mine; When the Cupbearer poured the wine of love, With my heart's blood he filled this cup of mine! 380. C. L. N. A. I. Meaning, «the wine of life, or existence, poured by the Deity into all beings at creation.» See _Gulshan i Raz_, p. 80. 381. To drain the cup, to hover round the fair, Can hypocritic arts with these compare? If all who love and drink are going wrong, There's many a wight of heaven may well despair! 381. L. N. B. 382. 'Tis wrong with gloomy thoughts your mirth to drown,-- To let grief's millstone weigh your spirits down; Since none can tell what is to be, 'tis best With wine and love your heart's desires to crown. 382. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. 383. 'Tis well in reputation to abide, 'Tis shameful against heaven to rail and chide; Still, head had better ache with over drink, Than be puffed up with Pharisaic pride! 383. C. L. N. A. I. J. Compare «Tartufe,» i. 6. 384. O Lord! pity this prisoned heart, I pray, Pity this bosom stricken with dismay! Pardon these hands that ever grasp the cup, These feet that to the tavern ever stray! 384. N. 385. O Lord! from self-conceit deliver me, Sever from self, and occupy with Thee! This self is captive to earth's good and ill, Make me beside myself, and set me free! 385. C. L. N. A. I. J. A Mystic's prayer. 386. Behold the tricks this wheeling dome doth play, And earth laid bare of old friends torn away! O live this present moment, which is thine, Seek not a morrow, mourn not yesterday! 386. L. B. An odd expression. 387. Since all man's business in this world of woe Is sorrow's pangs to feel, and grief to know, Happy are they that never come at all, And they that, having come, the soonest go! 387. C. L. A. B. I. J. Compare the chorus in the «Œdipus Coloneus.» 388. By reason's dictates it is right to live, But of ourselves we know not how to live, So Fortune, like a master, rod in hand, Raps our pates well to teach us how to live! 388. L. Fortune's buffets. 389. Nor you nor I can read the etern decree, To that enigma we can find no key; They talk of you and me _behind_ the veil, But, if that veil be lifted, where are _we_? 389. C. L. A. I. J. Meaning, We are part of the «veil» of phenomena, which hides the Divine Noumenon. If that be swept away what becomes of us? 390.