"Volume X" - читать интересную книгу автора (Burtons Version)ТTis as if wine and he who bears the bowl, * Rising to show her charms for man to see, [FN#78]
Were dancing undurn-Sun whose face the moon * Of night adorned with stars of Gemini. So subtle is her essence it would seem * Through every limb like course of soul runs she. And how excellent is the saying of the poet:-- Slept in mine arms full Moon of brightest blee * Nor did that sun eclipse in goblet see: I nighted spying fire whereto bow down * Magians, which bowed from ewerТs lip to me. And that of another:-- It runs through every joint of them as runs * The surge of health returning to the sick. And yet another:-- I marvel at its pressers, how they died * And left us aqua vitae--lymph of life! And yet goodlier is the saying of Abu Nowas:-- Cease then to blame me, for thy blame doth anger bring * And with the draught that maddened me come medТcining: A yellow girl [FN#79] whose court cures every carking care; * Did a stone touch it would with joy and glee upspring: She riseth in her ewer during darkest night * The house with brightest, sheeniest light illumining: And going round of youths to whom the world inclines [FN#80] * NeТer, save in whatso way they please, their hearts shall wring. From hand of coynted [FN#81] lass begarbed like yarded lad, [FN#82] * Wencher and Tribe of Lot alike enamouring, She comes: and say to him who dares claim lore of love * Something hast learnt but still thereТs many another thing. But best of all is the saying of Ibn al-MuТtazz [FN#83]:-- On the shady woody island [FN#84] His showers Allah deign * Shed on Convent hight Abd·n [FN#85] drop and drip of railing rain: Oft the breezes of the morning have awakened me therein * When the Dawn shows her blaze, [FN#86] ere the bird of flight was fain; And the voices of the monks that with chants awoke the walls * Black-frocked shavelings ever wont the cup amorn to drain. [FN#87] ТMid the throng how many fair with languour-kohlТd eyes [FN#88] * And lids enfolding lovely orbs where black on white was lain, In secret came to see me by shirt of night disguised * In terror and in caution a-hurrying amain! Then I rose and spread my cheek like a carpet on his path * In homage, and with skirts wiped his trail from off the plain. But threatening disgrace rose the Crescent in the sky * Like the paring of a nail yet the light would never wane: Then happened whatso happened: I disdain to kiss and tell * So deem of us thy best and with queries never mell. And gifted of God is he who saith:-- In the morn I am richest of men * And in joy at good news I start up For I look on the liquid gold [FN#89] * And I measure it out by the cup. And how goodly is the saying of the poet:-- By Allah, this is thТ only alchemy * All said of other science false we see! Carat of wine on hundredweight of woe * Transmuteth gloomiest grief to joy and glee. And that of another:-- The glasses are heavy when empty brought * Till we charge them all with unmixшd wine. |
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