SAADI
129
She ransacks mines and ledges
And quarries every rock,
To hew the famous adamant
For each eternal block—
She lays her beams in music,
In music every one,
To the cadence of the whirling world
Which dances round the sun—
That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
But for the love of happy souls
Outlive the newest stars.
SAADI
Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,
To northern lakes fly wind-borne ducks,
Browse the mountain sheep in flocks,
Men consort in camp and town,
But the poet dwells alone.
God, who gave to him the lyre,
