Hands, such as mine, that handle bowls of wine, 'Twere shame to book and pulpit to confine; Zealot! thou'rt dry, and I am moist with drink, Yea, far too moist to catch that fire of thine! 170. L. N. I follow Nicolas in taking _mani_ as a possessive pronoun, «mine,» though such a word is not mentioned in any grammar or dictionary. It occurs again in No. 478. 171. Whoso aspires to gain a rose-cheeked fair, Sharp pricks from fortune's thorns must learn to bear. See! till this comb was cleft by cruel cuts, It never dared to touch my lady's hair. 171. C. L. N. A. I. Lyttleton expresses a similar sentiment. 172. For ever may my hands on wine be stayed. And my heart pant for some fair Houri maid! They say, «May Allah aid thee to repent!» Repent I could not, e'en with Allah's aid! 172. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. Note the conjunctive pronoun separated from its noun. 173. Soon shall I go, by time and fate deplored, Of all my precious pearls not one is bored; Alas! there die with me a thousand truths To which these fools fit audience ne'er accord. 173. C. L. N. A. I. 174. To-day how sweetly breathes the temperate air, The rains have newly laved the parched parterre; And Bulbuls cry in notes of ecstasy, «Thou too, O pallid rose, our wine must share!» 174. L. N. B. 175. Ere you succumb to shocks of mortal pain, The rosy grape-juice from your wine-cup drain. You are not gold, that, hidden in the earth, Your friends should care to dig you up again! 175. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. Note the old form of the imperative. 176. My coming brought no profit to the sky, Nor does my going swell its majesty; Coming and going put me to a stand, Ear never heard their wherefore nor their why. 176. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. Voltaire has some similar lines in his poem on the Lisbon earthquake. 177. The heavenly Sage, whose wit exceeds compare, Counteth each vein, and numbereth every hair; Men you may cheat by hypocritic arts, But how cheat Him to whom all hearts are bare? 177. C. L. N. A. I. J. 178. Ah! wine lends wings to many a weary wight, And beauty spots to ladies' faces bright; All Ramazan I have not drunk a drop, Thrice welcome, then, O Bairam's blessed night! 178. Bairam, the feast on the 1st Shawwal, after Ramazan. In line 2 _Khirad_ seems wrong, the rhyme would suggest _Kharo_? 179. All night in deep bewilderment I fret, With tear-drops big as pearls my breast is wet; I cannot fill my cranium with wine, How can it hold wine, when 'tis thus upset? 179. C. L. N. A. I. Note _tashdid_ of _durr_ dropped. 180. To prayer and fasting when my heart inclined, All my desire I surely hoped to find; Alas! my purity is stained with wine, My prayers are wasted like a breath of wind.