All these glories, all these honors, all these blessings of delight, All these wondrous mercies surely for his sake he did prepare: Through his love unto Muhammed, he the universe hath framed; Happy, for his sake, the naked and the hungry enter there. O Thou Perfectness of Potence! O Thou God of Awful Might! O Thou Majesty of Glory! O Thou King of Perfect Right! Since he Eden’s heaven created, all is there complete and whole, So that naught is lacking; nothing he created needs repair. Yonder, for his righteous servants, things so fair hath he devised, That no eye hath e’er beheld them; ope thy soul’s eye, on them stare. Never have his servants heard them, neither can their hearts conceive; Reach unto their comprehension shall this understanding ne’er. There that God a station lofty, of the loftiest, hath reared, That unclouded station he the name Vesīla caused to bear, That to his Belovèd yonder station a dear home may be, Thence ordained is Heaven’s order free from every grief and care. In its courtyard’s riven centre, planted he the Tūba-Tree; That a tree which hangeth downward, high aloft its roots are there: Thus its radiance all the Heavens lighteth up from end to end, Flooding every tent and palace, every lane and every square. Such a tree the Tūba, that the Gracious One hath in its sap Hidden whatsoe’er there be of gifts and presents good and fair; Forth therefrom crowns, thrones, and jewels, yea, and steeds and coursers come, Golden leaves and clearest crystals, wines most pure beyond compare. For his sake there into being hath he called the Tūba-Tree, That from Ebū-Qāsim’s hand might everyone receive his share. * * * * * _Yaziji-Oglu._ RUBĀ’Ī Cup-Bearer, bring, bring here again my yester even’s wine; My harp and rebec bring, them bid address this heart of mine: While still I live, ’tis meet that I should mirth and glee enjoy; The day shall come when none may e’en my resting-place divine. _Sultan Murād II._ GAZEL