THE QUATRAINS OF
'Tis dawn! I hear the loud Muezzin's call,
And here am I before the vintner's hall;
This is no time for piety. Be still!
And drop your talk and airs devotional!
Angel of joyful foot! the dawn is nigh;
Pour wine, and lift your tuneful voice on high,
Sing how Jamsheds and Khosraus bit the dust,
Whelmed by the rolling months, from Tir to Dai!
Frown not at revellers, I beg of thee,
For all thou keepest righteous company;
But drink, for, drink or no, 'tis all the same,
If doomed to hell, no heaven thou'lt ever see.
483. C. L. N. A. I. J.
484. C. L. N. A. I. Tir and Dai, April and December.