Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی

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No friend in the world entire thou wilt find

Sincere in solicitude

Go, lose thyself in thy self, and mind

The honour of loverhood.

I am grieved, that He Who created us

In rapture to be displayed

Hath concealed the infinite various

Manners of that His trade.

None but Ayaz alone doth know

This subtle and secret truth,

How the Ghaznavid’s love augmented so

His poor slave’s anguish and ruth.

Less than a grassblade, in my view,

The knowledge and vision vast

That the trusty sword and the buckler true

From the hand of the warrior cast.

Whatever the price of these goods,

‘tis well And profit will yield, not harm,

Razi’s intelligence to sell

For the power of Haider’s arm.

If there is a drop of blood in thy vein,

A flutter to storm the height,

Come, learn with me the way to attain

The falcon’s ascending flight.

If fluting thou thinkst is but taking breath,

How little truth thou hast guessed;

The minstrel his skill accomplisheth

With the point of the sword in his breast!