Look to the blowing Rose about us--«Lo, Laughing,» she says, «into the world I blow, At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.» This quatrain is translated from C. 383 The rose said: I brought a gold-scattering hand, Laughing, laughing, have I blown into the world, I snatched the noose-string from off the head of my purse and I am gone! I flung into the world all the ready money that I had. _Ref._: C. 383 _only_. XV. And those who husbanded the Golden grain, And those who flung it to the winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd As, buried once, Men want dug up again. The inspiration for this quatrain comes from O. 68. Ere that fate makes an attack upon thy head Give orders that they bring thee rose-coloured wine; Thou art not treasure, O heedless dunce! that thee They hide in the earth and then dig up again.[39] _Ref._: O. 68, C. 151, L. 277, B. 273, S.P. 156, P. 336, P. v. 11.--W. 175, N. 156, E.C. 31, V. 281. XVI. The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two--is gone. The inspiration for this quatrain is to be found in C. 266. O heart! Suppose all this world's affairs were within your power, And the whole world from end to end as you desire it, And then, like snow in the desert, upon its surface Resting for two or three days, understand yourself to be gone! _Ref._: C. 266, L. 420, B. 416, P. 144, B. ii. 260, T. 168.--V 443. XVII. Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour, and went his way. This quatrain owes its origin to C. 95. This worn caravanserai which is called the world Is the resting-place of the piebald horse of night and day; It is a pavilion which has been abandoned by an hundred Jamshyds; It is a palace that is the resting-place of an hundred Bahrams.[40] _Ref._: C. 95, L. 203, B. 200, S.P. 67, P. 120, B. ii. 42, T. 79 and 357.--W. 70, N. 67, V. 199. XVIII. They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter--the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. The original of this quatrain is C. 99. In that palace where Bahram grasped the wine-cup; The foxes whelp, and the lions take their rest; Bahram who was always catching (_gur_) wild asses,-- To-day behold that the (_gur_) grave has caught Bahram. _Ref._: C. 99, L. 210, B. 207, S.P. 69, P. 48 and 139, B. ii. 51, T. 82 and 294, P. iv. 12, P. v. 156.--W. 72, N. 69, V. 205. XIX.