Thy sabre made the foe the anguish dire of wounds to drain; Their tongues are silenced, none who dares to gainsay doth remain. The youthful cypress, head-exalted, looked upon thy lance, And ne’er its lissom twigs their haughty airs displayed again. Where’er thy stately charger placed his hoof, from far and near Flocked nobles, all upon thy path their lives to offer fain. In desert of mortality the bird, desire, rests ne’er; Thy sword in cause of God did lives as sacrifice ordain. As sweeps a scimitar, across earth’s face on every side, Of iron-girded heroes of the world thou threw’st a chain. Thou took’st a thousand idol temples, turnèdst all to mosques; Where jangled bells thou mad’st be sung the Call to Prayers’ strain. At length is struck the signal drum, and thou hast journeyed hence; Lo! thy first resting-place is Eden’s flowery, verdant plain. Praise is to God! for he in the Two Worlds hath blessèd thee, And caused thy glorious name, Hero and Martyr both to be. Bāqī, the beauty of the King, the heart’s delight, behold! The mirror of the work of God, the Lord of Right, behold! The dear old man hath passed away from th’ Egypt sad, the world; The youthful Prince, alert and fair as Joseph bright, behold! The Sun hath risen, and the Dawning gray hath touched its bourne; The lovely face of yon Khusrev, whose soul is light, behold! This chase now to the grave hath sent the Behrām of the Age; Go, at his threshold serve, King Erdeshīr aright, behold! The blast of Fate to all the winds hath blown Suleymān’s throne; Sultan Selīm Khān on Iskender’s couch of might, behold! The Tiger of the mount of war to rest in sleep hath gone; The Lion who doth now keep watch on glory’s height, behold! The Peacock fair of Eden’s mead hath soared to Heaven’s parterre; The lustre of the _huma_ of high, happy flight, behold! Eternal may the glory of the heaven-high Khusrev dwell! Blessings be on the Monarch’s soul and spirit--and farewell! _Bāqī._ GAZEL Cruel tyranny we love not, nay, to justice we incline; Full contentedly our eyes wait for the blest command divine. Know we truly, for a mirror, world-reflecting, is our heart; Yet conceive not us to Fortune’s ever-changeful ways supine. To the rule of God submissive, all concern we cast aside; We indeed on him confiding, on his providence recline. Shall our heart anoint its eye then with the _kuhl_ of Isfahān? Pleased it with this _tūtyā_: dust that doth the Fair One’s pathway line. Since our heart, ‘Adlī, within Love’s crucible was purified, ’Midst the universe, from guile and guilt free, bright our soul doth shine. _‘Adlī._ GAZEL