That azure coloured vault and golden tray Have turned, and will turn yet for many a day; And just so we, impelled by turns of fate,-- Come here but for a while, then pass away. 125. Bl. L. _Guzasht_, «It is all over with us.» Bl. «Golden tray,» the Sun. 126. The Master did himself these vessels frame, Why should he cast them out to scorn and shame? If he has made them well, why should he break them? Yea, though he marred them, _they_ are not to blame. 126. C. L. A. I. J. In line 4 _suwar_ is an Arabic plural used as a singular. Bl., Prosody, p. 5. 127. Kindness to friends and foes 'tis well to show, No kindly heart can prove unkind, I trow: Harshness will alienate a bosom friend, And kindness reconcile a deadly foe. 127. L. In line 2 scan _neykiyash_. 128. To lovers true, what matters dark or fair? Or if the loved one silk or sackcloth wear, Or lie on down or dust, or rise to heaven? Yea, though she sink to hell, he'll seek her there. 128. L. Probably Mystical. 129. Full many a hill and vale I journeyed o'er; Yea, journeyed through the world's wide quarters four, But never heard of pilgrim who returned; When once they go, they go to come no more. 129. C. L. N. (in part) A. I. J. 130. Wine-houses flourish through this thirst of mine, Loads of remorse weigh down this back of mine; Yet, if I sinned not, what would mercy do? Mercy depends upon these sins of mine. 130. C. Bl. L. A. I. J. Bl. quotes similar sentiments from Nizami and Hafiz. Mercy is God's highest attribute, and sin is required to call it forth. 131. Thy being is the being of Another, Thy passion is the passion of Another. Cover thy head, and think, and thou wilt see, Thy hand is but the cover of Another. 131. Bl. Meaning God is the _Fa'il i hakiki_, the only real Agent. 132. From learning to the cup your bridle turn; All lore of world to come, save Kausar, spurn; Your turban pawn for wine, or keep a shred To bind your brow, and all the remnant burn. 132. N. _Kausar_, the river of wine in Paradise. 133. See! from the world what profit have I gained? What fruitage of my life in hand retained? What use is Jamshid's goblet, once 'tis crushed? What pleasure's torch, when once its light has waned? 133. L. N. _Tarf bar bastan_,«to reap advantage.» 134. When life is spent, what's Balkh or Nishapore? What sweet or bitter, when the cup runs o'er? Come drink! full many a moon will wax and wane In times to come, when we are here no more. 134. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. 135. O fair! whose cheeks checkmate red eglantine, And draw the game with those fair maids of Chin, You played one glance against the king of Babil And took his pawns, and knights, and rooks, and queen. 135. L. B. 136.