Locust-Like Down from the Sky the Snowflakes Wing

Locust-like down from the sky the snowflakes wing their way;
From the green-plumaged bird, Delight, O heart! hope not for lay.

Like drunken camels, spatter now the clouds earth's winding-sheet;
Laded the caravan of mirth and glee, and passed away.

With lighted lamps in daytime seek the people for the sun;
Yet scarce, with trouble, a dim, fitful spark discover they.

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The Moon in Sign of Bounteousness! the Shade of Allah's grace!
The King, star-armied! he in aspect fair as Hermes' ray —

The Khân Muhammed! at the portal of whose sphere of might
To wait as servants would Darius and Key-Khusrev pray!

E'en should the sun till the Last Day it measure with gold beam.
Nor shore nor depth could e'er it find to th' ocean of his sway!