Life's caravan is hastening on its way; Brood not on troubles of the coming day, But fill the wine-cup, ere sweet night be gone, And snatch a pleasant moment, while you may. 136. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. The «_rinds_» loved a dark night. Bl. 137. He, who the world's foundations erst did lay, Doth bruise full many a bosom day by day, And many a ruby lip and musky tress Doth coffin in the earth, and shroud with clay. 137. C. L. N. A. I. J. So Job, «Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands?» 138. Be not beguiled by world's insidious wiles; O foolish ones, ye know her tricks and guiles; Your precious life-time cast not to the winds; Haste to seek wine, and court a sweetheart's smile. 138. N. 139. Comrades! I pray you, physic me with wine, Make this wan amber face like rubies shine, And, if I die, use wine to wash my corpse, And frame my coffin out of planks of vine! 139. C. L. N. A. B. I. _Kahraba_, «amber,» literally «attractor of straw.» 140. When Allah yoked the courses of the sun, And launched the Pleiades their race to run, My lot was fixed in fate's high chancery; Then why blame me for wrong that fate has done? 140. C. L. N. A. I. J. Also ascribed to Afzul Kashi. 141. Ah! seasoned wine oft falls to rawest fools, And clumsiest workmen own the finest tools; And Turki maids, fit to delight men's hearts, Lavish their smiles on beardless boys in school! 141. N. So Hafiz, «If that Turki maid of Shiraz,» etc. 142. Whilom, ere youth's conceit had waned, methought Answers to all life's problems I had wrought; But now, grown old and wise, too late I see My life is spent, and all my lore is naught. 142. N. C. A. and I. give another version of this. 143. They who of prayer-mats make such great display Are fools to bear hypocrisy's hard sway; Strange! under cover of this saintly show They live like heathen, and their faith betray. 143. C. L. N A. I. In line 2, note the arrangement of the prepositions. There is a proverb, «The Devil lives in Mecca and Medinah.» 144. To him who would his sins extenuate, Let pious men this verse reiterate, «To call God's prescience the cause of sin In wisdom's purview is but folly's prate.» 144. L. N. _Sahl_, of «no account.» 145. He brought me hither, and I felt surprise, From life I gather but a dark surmise, I go against my will;--thus, why I come, Why live, why go, are all dark mysteries. 145. C. L. N. A. 146. When I recall my grievous sins to mind, Fire burns my breast, and tears my vision blind; Yet, when a slave repents, is it not meet His lord should pardon, and again be kind? 146. L. N. In line 2, _az sar guzarad_ means «drops from the eyes,» and in line 4, «remits the penalty.» This change of meaning is called _Tajnis_.