Yonder Princess, though I served her, pitiless drave me away, Banished me far from her city, sent me from her court’s array: When I parted from her tresses, black the world before me lay; Helpless ’midst the darkness did I, like unto ‘Atā’ī, stray. Heedless mistress! loveless Fortune! ever-shifting, restless sky! Sorrows many! friends not any! strong-starred foeman! feeble I! _‘Atā’ī._ GAZEL Be thou wise and thoughtful, e’en as _qalender_ in mind be free; Nor a faithless, graceless paynim, nor a bigot Moslem be. Be not vain of wisdom, though thou be the Plato of the age; Be a school-child when a learned man and righteous thou dost see. Like the world-adorning sun, rub thou thy face low ’midst the dust; Overwhelm earth with thy planet, yet without a planet be. Fret not after Khizar, rather go, and, like to Nef’ī’s heart, At the channel of Life’s Stream of grace drink full contentedly. _Nefī._ TO SULTAN MURĀD IV Round us foes throng, host to aid us here in sad plight, is there none? In the cause of God to combat, chief of tried might, is there none? None who will checkmate the foe, Castle to Castle, face to face In the battle who will Queen-like guide the brave Knight, is there none? Midst a fearful whirlpool we are fallen helpless, send us aid! Us to rescue, a strong swimmer in our friends’ sight, is there none? Midst the fight to be our comrade, head to give or heads to take, On the field of earth a hero of renown bright, is there none? Know we not wherefore in turning off our woes ye thus delay; Day of Reckoning, aye, and question of the poor’s plight, is there none? With us ’midst the foeman’s flaming streams of scorching fire to plunge, Salamander with experience of Fate dight, is there none? This our letter, to the court of Sultan Murād, quick to bear, Pigeon, rapid as the storm wind in its swift flight, is there none? _Hāfiz Pacha._ IN REPLY TO THE PRECEDING