IIF it be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai,
|Does not the Young Man try Its temper and pace ere he buy?|
|If She be pleasant to look on, what does the Young Man say?|
|Lo! She is pleasant to look on. Give Her to me to-day!|
IIYea, though a Kafir die, to him is remitted Jehannum
|If he borrowed in life from a native at sixty per cent. per annum.|
IIIBlister we not for bursati? 1 So when the heart is vext,
|The pain of one maidens refusal is drowned in the pain of the next.|
IVThe temper of chums, the love of your wife, and a new pianos tune
|Which of the three will you trust at the end of an Indian June?|| 10|
VWho are the rulers of Ind to whom shall we bow the knee?
|Make your peace with the women, and men will make you L. G. 2|
VIDoes the woodpecker flit round the young ferash? Does the grass clothe a new-built wall?
|Is she under thirty, the woman who holds a boy in her thrall?|
VIIIf She grow suddenly graciousreflect. Is it all for thee?
|The blackbuck is stalked through the bullock, and Man through jealousy.|
VIIISeek not for favour of women. So shall you find it indeed.
|Does not the boar break cover just when youre lighting a weed?|
IXIf He play, being young and unskilful, for shekels of silver and gold,
|Take His money, my son, praising Allah. The kid was ordained to be sold.|| 20|
XWith a weed among men or horses verily this is the best,
|That you work him in office or dog-cart lightlybut give him no rest.|
XIPleasant the snaffle of Courtship, improving the manners and carriage;
|But the colt who is wise will abstain from the terrible thorn-bit of Marriage.|
XIIAs the thriftless gold of the babul 3 so is the gold that we spread
|On a Derby Sweep, or our neighbours wife, or the horse that we buy from a friend.|
XIIIThe ways of man with a maid be strange, yet simple and tame
|To the ways of a man with a horse, when selling or racing that same.|
XIVIn public Her face turneth to thee, and pleasant Her smile when ye meet.
|It is ill. The cold rocks of El-Gidar smile thus on the waves at their feet.|| 30|
|In public Her face is averted, with anger She nameth thy name.|
|It is well. Was there ever a loser content with the loss of the game?|
XVIf She have spoken a word, remember thy lips are sealed,
|And the Brand of the Dog is upon him by whom is the secret revealed.|
|If She have written a letter, delay not an instant but burn it.|| 35|
|Tear it in pieces, O Fool, and the wind to her mate shall return it!|
|If there be trouble to Herward, and a lie of the blackest can clear,|
|Lie, while thy lips can move or a man is alive to hear.|
XVIMy Son, if a maiden deny thee and scufflingly bid thee give oer,
|Yet lip meets with lip at the lastward. Get out! She has been there before.|| 40|
|They are pecked on the ear and the chin and the nose who are lacking in lore.|
XVIIIf we fall in the race, though we win, the hoof-slide is scarred on the course.
|Though Allah and Earth pardon Sin, remaineth for ever Remorse.|
XVIIIBy all I am misunderstood! if the Matron shall say, or the Maid:
|Alas! I do not understand, my son, be thou nowise afraid.|| 45|
|In vain in the sight of the Bird is the net of the Fowler displayed.|
XIXMy son, if I, Hafiz, thy father, take hold of thy knees in my pain,
|Demanding thy name on stamped paper, one day or one hourrefrain.|
|Are the links of thy fetters so light that thou cravest another mans chain?|