THE KASÎDAH IX, 25, 36

He breaks the Law, he burns the Book,
 he sends the Moolah back to school;
Laughs at the beards of Saintly men;
 and dubs the Prophet dolt and fool,

Embraces Cypress’ taper-waist;
 cools feet on wavy breast of rill;
Smiles in the Nargis’ love-lorn eyes,
 and ’joys the dance of Daffodil;

Melts in the saffron light of Dawn
 to hear the moaning of the Dove;
Delights in Sundown’s purpling hues
 when Bulbul woos the Rose’s love.

THE KASÎDAH I, 1, 8

The hour is nigh; the waning Queen
 walks forth to rule the later night;
Crown’d with the sparkle of a Star,
 and throned on orb of ashen light:

The Wolf-tail sweeps the paling East
 to leave a deeper gloom behind,
And Dawn uprears her shining head,
 sighing with semblance of a wind: