He Who Poverty Electeth

He who poverty electeth, hall and fane desireth not;
Than the food of woe aught other bread to gain desireth not.

He who, king-like, on the throne of blest contentment sits aloft,
O'er the Seven Climes as Sultan high to reign desireth not.

He, who in his bosom strikes his nails, and opes the wound afresh,
On the garden looks not, sight of rosy lane desireth not.

He, who is of Love's true subjects, bideth in the fair one's ward,
Wand'ring there distracted, mountain lone or plain desireth not.

O Muhibbî, he who drinketh from the Loved One's hand a glass,
E'en from Khizar's hand Life's Water bright to drain desireth not.