THE KASÎDAH IX, 173, 180

In Days to come, Days slow to dawn,
 when Wisdom deigns to dwell with men,
These echoes of a voice long stilled
 haply shall wake responsive strain:

Wend now thy way with brow serene,
 fear not thy humble tale to tell:—
The whispers of the Desert-wind;
 the tinkling of the camel’s bell.

שָׁלוֹם

THE KASÎDAH IV, 121, 132

“Where are the crown of Kay Khusraw,
 the sceptre of Anûshirwân,
“The holy grail of high Jamshîd,
 Afrâsiyab’s hall?—Canst tell me, man?

“Gone, gone, where I and thou must go,
 borne by the winnowing wings of Death,
“The Horror brooding over life,
 and nearer brought with every breath:

“Their fame hath filled the Seven Climes,
 they rose and reigned, they fought and fell,
“As swells and swoons across the wold
 the tinkling of the Camel’s bell.”

THE KASÎDAH I, 57, 68

Mine eyes, my brain, my heart, are sad,—
 sad is the very core of me;
All wearies, changes, passes, ends;
 alas! the Birthday’s injury!

Friends of my youth, a last adieu!
 haply some day we meet again;
Yet ne’er the self-same men shall meet;
 the years shall make us other men:

The light of morn has grown to noon,
 has paled with eve, and now farewell!
Go, vanish from my Life as dies
 the tinkling of the Camel’s bell.