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Alas for that cold heart, which never glows With love, nor e'er that charming madness knows; The days misspent with no redeeming love;— No days are wasted half as much as those!

The zephyrs waft thy fragrance, and it takes My heart, and me, his master, he forsakes; Careless of me he pants and leaps to thee, And thee his pattern and ensample makes!

Drink wine! and then as Mahmud thou wilt reign, And hear a music passing David's strain: Think not of past or future, seize to-day, Then all thy life will not be lived in vain.