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330.
When Death shall tread me down upon the plain.
And pluck my feathers, and my life-blood drain,
Then mould me to a cup, and fill with wine;
Haply its scent will make me breathe again.
331.
So far as this world's dealings I have traced,
I find its favours shamefully misplaced;
Allah be praised! I see myself debarred
Prom all its boons, and wrongfully disgraced.
332.
'Tis dawn! my heart with wine I will recruit,
And dash to bits the glass of good repute;
My long-extending hopes I will renounce,
And grasp long tresses, and the charming lute.
330. C. L. N. A. B. I. J.
331. C. L. N. A. I. 'Alam kama, &c., "states entirely gratuitous." Write barán without a madd. Bl., Prosody, p. 11. Compare Shakespear, Sonnet 66.
