He who a Lover is on God relies; On, on, upward still doth he rise. One day he secrets all shall descry, Love makes the soul from sleep raise the eye; Unto him all things shall oped be and shown, Off e’en the curtain from God shall be thrown. _Yahya Beg._ GAZEL Yea, on God’s favor all my trust I place; Ah! how my soul desireth his dear grace! Since with the Lord I have my heart made right, All of my hope upon his aid I base. I upon troops and treasures no faith lay; Nay, to the Hosts Unseen I leave my case. Bravely strive on, the Holy Warfare fight; Firm, in God’s cause to war, I’ve set my face. By him, I trust, received my prayer may be; For, on acceptance I my whole hope place. _Murādī._ QAĪSDA One night when all the battlements Heaven’s castle doth display, Illumed and decked were, with the shining lamps, the stars’ array, Amidst the host of gleaming stars the Moon lit up his torch; Athwart the field of Heaven with radiance beamed the Milky Way. The Secretary of the Spheres had ta’en his meteor-pen, That writer of his signature whom men and jinns obey. There, at the banquet of the sky, had Venus struck her lyre, In mirth and happiness, delighted, joyed and smiling gay. Taking the keynote for her tune ’neath in the vaulted sphere, The tambourinist Sun her visage bright had hid away. Armed with a brand of gleaming gold had leapt into the plain The Swordsman of the sky’s expanse, of heaven’s field of fray. To give direction to the weighty matters of the earth Had Jupiter, the wise, lit up reflection’s taper’s ray. There raised aloft old Saturn high upon the Seventh Sphere Sitting like Indian elephant-conductor on did stray. “What means this decking of the universe?” I wond’ring said; When, lo! with meditation’s gaze e’en whilst I it survey, Casting its beams on every side, o’er all earth rose the Sun, O’er the horizons, e’en as Seal of Suleymān’s display. The eye of understanding looked upon this wondrous sight; At length the soul’s ear learned the secret hid in this which lay: What is it that hath decked earth’s hall with splendors such as this, Saving the might and fortune of the King who earth doth sway? He who sits high upon the throne above all crowned kings, The Hero of the battlefield of dread Keyānī fray, Jemshīd of happiness and joy, Darius of the fight, Khusrev of right and clemency, Iskender of his day! Lord of the East and West! King whom the kings of earth obey! Prince of the Epoch! Sultan Suleymān! Triumphant Aye!