Bound of happiness
Is worth the bowed head of a moment's pain,
And if I sell for wine my dervish dress,
Worth more than what I sell is what I gain!
Land where my lady dwells, thou holdest me
Enchained; else fars were but a barren soil,
Not worth the journey over land and sea,
Not worth the toil.
Down in the quarter where they sell red wine,
My holy carpet scare would fetch a cup-
How brave a pledge of piety is mine,
Which is not worth a goblet foaming up!
Mine enemy heaped scorn on me and said:
" Forth from the tavern gate! Why am I thrust
From off the threshold? is my fallen head
Not worth the dust?
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Wash white that travel-stained sad robe of thine
Where word and deed alike one colour bear,
The grapes fair purple garment shall outshine
Thy many-coloured rags and tattered gear.
Full easy seemed the sorrow of the sea
Lightened by hope of gain- hope flew so fast!
A hundred pearls we're poor indemnity. ,
Not worth the blast.
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The sultan crowns, with priceless jewels set,
Encircles fear of death and constant dread;
It is a head-dress much desired- and yet
Art sure 'tis worth the dangers to the Head?
Twere best for the to hide the face from those
That long for the; the conqueror's reward
Is never worth the army's long drawn word,
Worth fire and sword.
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Ah,seek the treasure of a mind at rest
And store it in the treasury of ease;
Not worth a loyal heart, a tranquil breast,
We're all the riches of the lands and seas!
Ah, scorn, like Hafiz, the delights of earth,
Ask not one grain of favour from the base,
Two hundred sacks of jewels were not worth
Thy souls disgrace!
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