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210 To Hafiz, revelling, 'tis allowed

To pray to Matter and to Fire.

Bring the wine of Jamschid's glass,

Which glowed, ere time was, in the Néant;

Bring it me, that through its force

I, as Jamschid, see through worlds.

Wisely said the Kaisar Jamschid,

'The world 's not worth a barleycorn:'

Let flute and lyre lordly speak;

Lees of wine outvalue crowns.

Bring me, boy, the veiled beauty,

Who in ill-famed houses sits:

Bring her forth; my honest name

Freely barter I for wine.

Bring me, boy, the fire-water;—

Drinks the lion, the woods burn;

Give it me, that I storm heaven,

And tear the net from the archwolf.

Wine wherewith the Houris teach

Souls the ways of paradise!

On the living coals I'll set it,

And therewith my brain perfume.