The Lover of Jalalu'ddin

My darling wandered through the house,
His bow upon the rebeck, light as flame.
Soft melodies he played, astray with sweet carouse,
Mad songs without a name.

Then, changing to a solemn mode and measure,
" Cupbearer, wine ! " he cried,
" Wine for the sons of pleasure,
The children of desire ! "

Forth from his corner came
The moonbright boy, and set the brimming bowl
Before us, with sweet reverence and grace.

My darling took the cup : over his face
Flowed truant flames. " Ye evil ghosts," he cried,
" I know my beauty : who is like to me ?
The sun of all the world, the Lover's pride,
I am, I was, shall be
With soul and spirit moving at my side."