O breeze, thou’rt kind, of balm to those whom pangs affright, thou news hast brought, To wounded frame of life, to life of life’s delight thou news hast brought. Thou’st seen the mourning nightingale’s despair in sorrow’s autumn drear, Like springtide days, of smiling roseleaf fresh and bright, thou news hast brought. If I should say thy words are heaven-inspired, in truth, blaspheme I not; Of Faith, whilst unbelief doth earth hold fast and tight, thou news hast brought. They say the loved one comes to soothe the hearts of all her lovers true; If that the case, to yon fair maid of lovers’ plight thou news hast brought. Of rebel demon thou hast cut the hope Suleymān’s throne to gain; That in the sea secure doth lie his Ring of might, thou news hast brought. Fuzūlī, through the parting night, alas, how dark my fortune grew! Like zephyr of the dawn, of shining sun’s fair light thou news hast brought. _Fuzūlī._ GAZEL O thou Perfect Being, Source whence wisdom’s mysteries arise; Things, the issue of thine essence, show wherein thy nature lies. Manifester of all wisdom, thou art he whose pen of might Hath with rays of stars illumined yonder gleaming page, the skies. That a happy star, indeed, the essence clear of whose bright self Truly knoweth how the blessings from thy word that flow to prize. But a jewel flawed am faulty I: alas, forever stands Blank the page of my heart’s journal from thought of thy writing wise. In the journal of my actions Evil’s lines are black indeed; When I think of Day of Gathering’s terrors, blood flows from my eyes. Gathering of my tears will form a torrent on the Reckoning Day, If the pearls, my tears, rejecting, he but view them to despise: Pearls my tears are, O Fuzūlī, from the ocean deep of love; But they’re pearls these, oh! most surely, that the Love of Allah buys! _Fuzūlī._ GAZEL