180. C. L. N. A. I. In line 2 scan _Kulliyam_. In line 4 note _izafat_ dropped after silent _he_. 181. I worship rose-red cheeks with heart and soul, I suffer not my hand to quit the bowl, I make each part of me his function do, Or e'er my parts be swallowed in the Whole. 181. C. L. N. A. I. Line 4 alludes to reabsorption in the Divine essence. Note _juzwiyam_, and _tashdid_ of _kull_ dropped. 182. This worldly love of yours is counterfeit, And, like a half-spent blaze, lacks light and heat; True love is his, who for days, months and years, Rests not, nor sleeps, nor craves for drink or meat. 182. L. N. B. Line 3 is in metre 17. 183. Why spend life in vainglorious essay All Being and Not-being to survey? Since Death is ever pressing at your heels, 'Tis best to drink or dream your life away. 183. C. L. N. A. I. J. In line 2 scan _payi_. Being, _i.e._, the Deity, the only real existence, and Not-being, the nonentity in which His attributes are reflected. 184. Some hanker after that vain phantasy Of Houris, feigned in Paradise to be, But, when the veil is lifted, they will find How far they are from Thee, how far from Thee! 184. C. L. N. A. I. 185. In Paradise, they tell us, Houris dwell, And fountains run with wine and oxymel: If these be lawful in the world to come, Surely 'tis right to love them here as well. 185. C. L. N. A. I. J. 186. A draught of wine would make a mountain dance, Base is the churl who looks at wine askance; Wine is a soul our bodies to inspire, A truce to this vain talk of temperance! 186. C. L. N. A. I. 187. Oft doth my soul her prisoned state bemoan, Her earth-born co-mate she would fain disown, And quit, did not the stirrup of the law Upbear her foot from dashing on the stone. 187. N. Meaning, «I would make away with myself, were it not for the Almighty's canon 'gainst self-slaughter.» 188. The moon of Ramazan is risen, see! Alas, our wine must henceforth banished be; Well! on Sha'ban's last day I'll drink enough To keep me drunk till Bairam's jubilee. 188. C. L. N. A. I. Note _wa_ omitted in line 2. Also ascribed to Jalal 'Asad Bardi. 189. From life we draw now wine, now dregs to drink, Now flaunt in silk, and now in tatters shrink; Such changes wisdom holds of slight account To those who stand on death's appalling brink! 189. N. 190. What sage the eternal tangle e'er unravelled, Or one short step beyond his nature travelled? From pupils to the masters turn your eyes, And see, each mother's son alike is gravelled. 190. C. L. N. A. B. I. In line 1 note _ra_ put after the genitive, following its noun. _'Ijz._ ... «impotence is in the hand of each.» «Beyond his nature,» _i.e._, beyond the limit of his own thought. 191.