{"id":2591,"date":"2016-05-11T04:18:47","date_gmt":"2016-05-11T09:18:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=2591"},"modified":"2016-05-11T04:33:53","modified_gmt":"2016-05-11T09:33:53","slug":"keats-and-the-sufis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2016\/05\/11\/keats-and-the-sufis\/","title":{"rendered":"Keats and the Sufis"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2016\/05\/moroccanfountains.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2601\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"2601\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2016\/05\/11\/keats-and-the-sufis\/moroccanfountains\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2016\/05\/moroccanfountains.jpg?fit=207%2C400&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"207,400\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"moroccanfountains\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2016\/05\/moroccanfountains.jpg?fit=207%2C400&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2601\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2016\/05\/moroccanfountains.jpg?resize=207%2C400\" alt=\"moroccanfountains\" width=\"207\" height=\"400\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2016\/05\/moroccanfountains.jpg?w=207&amp;ssl=1 207w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2016\/05\/moroccanfountains.jpg?resize=155%2C300&amp;ssl=1 155w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 207px) 100vw, 207px\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<p>these poems by John Keats pair nicely with the following poems by Ibn al-Farid and Hafez<\/p>\n<h1><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">John Keats<\/span><\/h1>\n<h4><em>&#8220;Fill for me a brimming\u00a0bowl&#8221;<\/em><\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wuroyqUnheg?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<h4><\/h4>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6><em>What wondrous beauty! From this moment I efface from my mind all women<\/em>.<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right\">Terrence,\u00a0<em>Eunuch,\u00a0<\/em>II.3.296<\/h6>\n<h6>Fill for me a brimming bowl<br \/>\nAnd in it let me drown my soul:<br \/>\nBut put therein some drug, designed<br \/>\nTo Banish Women from my mind:<br \/>\nFor I want not the stream inspiring<br \/>\nThat fills the mind with&#8211;fond desiring,<br \/>\nBut I want as deep a draught<br \/>\nAs e&#8217;er from Lethe&#8217;s wave was quaff&#8217;d;<br \/>\nFrom my despairing heart to charm<br \/>\nThe Image of the fairest form<br \/>\nThat e&#8217;er my reveling eyes beheld,<br \/>\nThat e&#8217;er my wandering fancy spell&#8217;d.<br \/>\nIn vain! away I cannot chace<br \/>\nThe melting softness of that face,<br \/>\nThe beaminess of those bright eyes,<br \/>\nThat breast&#8211;earth&#8217;s only Paradise.<br \/>\nMy sight will never more be blest;<br \/>\nFor all I see has lost its zest:<br \/>\nNor with delight can I explore,<br \/>\nThe Classic page, or Muse&#8217;s lore.<br \/>\nHad she but known how beat my heart,<br \/>\nAnd with one smile reliev&#8217;d its smart<br \/>\nI should have felt a sweet relief,<br \/>\nI should have felt &#8220;the joy of grief.&#8221;<br \/>\nYet as the Tuscan mid the snow<br \/>\nOf Lapland dreams on sweet Arno,<br \/>\nEven so for ever shall she be<br \/>\nThe Halo of my Memory.<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Ibn al-Farid<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/fTxeFHLUxeU?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Translation:<\/p>\n<h6>Pass round the remembrance the one I love, even in reproach<\/h6>\n<h6>for tales about the beloved are my wine<\/h6>\n<h6>Let my hearing witness the one I love, though she be far<\/h6>\n<h6>through specters of reproach, not those of dreams!<\/h6>\n<h6>Her remembrance delights me in every form<\/h6>\n<h6>even when my reproachers mingle it with strife<\/h6>\n<h6>It is as if my reproacher brought me news of union<\/h6>\n<h6>when I had not even hoped for a response to a greeting<\/h6>\n<h6>My soul is hers, for whose Iove I destroyed my soul<\/h6>\n<h6>death came to me before the day of my death<\/h6>\n<h6>For her sake I relish my disgrace and wallow<\/h6>\n<h6>in rejection and shame when once my rank was high<\/h6>\n<h6>After my piety, because of her, dissolution<\/h6>\n<h6>casting off restraint and committing sins are sweet to me<\/h6>\n<h6>I pray, singing when I recite remembrance of her<\/h6>\n<h6>and I am enraptured\u00a0in the <em>mihrab<\/em>, for she is my Imam<\/h6>\n<h6>On hajj, when I don the pilgrim&#8217;s robes I call her name<\/h6>\n<h6>and when I break my fast, it is from her that I refrain<\/h6>\n<h6>My tear ducts flow due to my state and gush<\/h6>\n<h6>because of what has passed, and my laments convey my inner fire<\/h6>\n<h6>At night my heart is driven mad with longing,<\/h6>\n<h6>at dawn my eyes are pouring in their grief<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">my heart and eyes are stricken, one afflicted by the meaning<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">of her beauty, the other tempted by her tender poise<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">My sleep is lost, my morning too\u2014may you be spared!\u2014<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">ever present is my wakefulness and still my longing grows<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">My bond and my covenant have never been undone or changed<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">my love remains my love and passion is my passion<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">So wasted is my body that its secrets are made plain<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and meaning is disclosed therein through my withered bones<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Felled by love&#8217;s pain, with wounded heart<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and wounded eyelids ever bleeding,<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Yet true to love, I have become ethereal like air<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">with breaths of dawn breeze my only company<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Sound I am, yet sick; seek me then from the morning breeze<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">for my withering has decreed that it is my home<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">So wasted I am that I have vanished from wasting itself<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and from cure to my sickness and coolness for my burning thirst<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Love has left nothing of me save grief<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">sorrow, torment and grave illness<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">No one I know knows my place save love<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">nor the concealment of my secrets nor my bond&#8217;s custody<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">And of passion, patience and solace<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">it has left nothing for me but the names<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Whoever is free of my love, may he be saved with his soul<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">in one piece; O soul of mine, go in peace<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">&#8220;Forget her!&#8221; my blamer said to me, fanatically<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">blaming me. I said, &#8220;forget your blaming of me!&#8221;<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">If I sought consolation, who would be there to be my guide<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">when in love, every leader follows my lead?<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">In my every limb is every yearning for her<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and every longing tugs at my reins<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">As she bends, I imagine every hip she moves<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">to be a branch in a sand dune topped by the full moon<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">Mine is every limb filled with every inner core<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">wherein, when she glances, is embedded every arrow<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">And if she dissolved my body she would find every atom<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">every heart inhabited by every human love<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">In union with her, a year to me is but an instant,<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">an hour&#8217;s separation like a year.<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">When we met at nightfall, as the twin straight paths<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">between her dwelling and my tents brought us together,<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">We moved away a little from the tribe,<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">avoiding spies and slanderers with their deceitful talk<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">I spread my cheek upon the ground for her to walk upon<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and she said, &#8220;Good news, now you may kiss my veil.&#8221;<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">But this my soul did not permit me, jealously<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">shielding her from me, for higher is my purpose<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">We passed the night in hope as my wish decreed<\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"p1\">and I saw the world my kingdom and time itself my slave.<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>Translation modified from Stefan Sperl&#8217;s in Stefan Sperl, C. Shackle, <i>Qasida Poetry in Islamic Asia and Africa<\/i>, Brill 1996, p. 106-111<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>John Keats<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h4><em>&#8220;The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!&#8221;<\/em><\/h4>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/GT0Di7iYCNM?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!<\/h6>\n<h6>Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,<\/h6>\n<h6>Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,<\/h6>\n<h6>Bright eyes, accomplish\u2019d shape, and lang\u2019rous waist!<\/h6>\n<h6>Faded the flower and all its budded charms,<\/h6>\n<h6>Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,<\/h6>\n<h6>Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,<\/h6>\n<h6>Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise \u2013<\/h6>\n<h6>Vanish\u2019d unseasonably at shut of eve,<\/h6>\n<h6>When the dusk holiday \u2013 or holinight<\/h6>\n<h6>Of fragrant-curtain\u2019d love begins to weave<\/h6>\n<h6>The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight,<\/h6>\n<h6>But, as I\u2019ve read love\u2019s missal through to-day,<\/h6>\n<h6>He\u2019ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\"><strong>Hafez<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/zEwMb-oLjYo?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Translation:<\/p>\n<h6>The breath of the zephyr will become musk-diffusing<\/h6>\n<h6>and the old world will grow young again<\/h6>\n<h6>The Judas-tree will give a cornelian cup to the lily,<\/h6>\n<h6>and the eye of the narcissus will me anxious for the anemone.<\/h6>\n<h6>The nightingale after all that pain of separation,<\/h6>\n<h6>will roaringly dash all the way to the pavilion of the rose<\/h6>\n<h6>If I went from mosque to tavern, do not\u00a0carp<\/h6>\n<h6>the preaching was too long, and time was passing<\/h6>\n<h6>O heart if you postpone today&#8217;s pleasure until tomorrow,<\/h6>\n<h6>who will guarantee a lasting life for you?<\/h6>\n<h6>In the month of <em>Sha&#8217;ban <\/em>do not neglect the cup of wine<\/h6>\n<h6>this sun will be out of sight until the &#8216;Eid of Ramadan<\/h6>\n<h6>The rose is precious, appreciate its company<\/h6>\n<h6>It came into the garden this way, and will go out through that<\/h6>\n<h6>O minstrel, this is the intimates&#8217; assembly, sing a song<\/h6>\n<h6>How long should you say: &#8220;Passed like this, and like that will pass?&#8221;<\/h6>\n<h6>Hafez came into the realm of existence for your sake<\/h6>\n<h6>take a step for his farewell, for he will soon pass.<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>translation from Reza Saberi,\u00a0<em>The Divan of Hafez,\u00a0<\/em>p. 196<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rOmRtTl-s3c?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Original:<\/p>\n<p>\u0646\u0641\u0633 \u0628\u0627\u062f \u0635\u0628\u0627 \u0645\u0634\u06a9 \u0641\u0634\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u0639\u0627\u0644\u0645 \u067e\u06cc\u0631 \u062f\u06af\u0631\u0628\u0627\u0631\u0647 \u062c\u0648\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u0627\u0631\u063a\u0648\u0627\u0646 \u062c\u0627\u0645 \u0639\u0642\u06cc\u0642\u06cc \u0628\u0647 \u0633\u0645\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u062f\u0627\u062f<br \/>\n\u0686\u0634\u0645 \u0646\u0631\u06af\u0633 \u0628\u0647 \u0634\u0642\u0627\u06cc\u0642 \u0646\u06af\u0631\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u0627\u06cc\u0646 \u062a\u0637\u0627\u0648\u0644 \u06a9\u0647 \u06a9\u0634\u06cc\u062f \u0627\u0632 \u063a\u0645 \u0647\u062c\u0631\u0627\u0646 \u0628\u0644\u0628\u0644<br \/>\n\u062a\u0627 \u0633\u0631\u0627\u067e\u0631\u062f\u0647 \u06af\u0644 \u0646\u0639\u0631\u0647 \u0632\u0646\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u06af\u0631 \u0632 \u0645\u0633\u062c\u062f \u0628\u0647 \u062e\u0631\u0627\u0628\u0627\u062a \u0634\u062f\u0645 \u062e\u0631\u062f\u0647 \u0645\u06af\u06cc\u0631<br \/>\n\u0645\u062c\u0644\u0633 \u0648\u0639\u0638 \u062f\u0631\u0627\u0632 \u0627\u0633\u062a \u0648 \u0632\u0645\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u0627\u06cc \u062f\u0644 \u0627\u0631 \u0639\u0634\u0631\u062a \u0627\u0645\u0631\u0648\u0632 \u0628\u0647 \u0641\u0631\u062f\u0627 \u0641\u06a9\u0646\u06cc<br \/>\n\u0645\u0627\u06cc\u0647 \u0646\u0642\u062f \u0628\u0642\u0627 \u0631\u0627 \u06a9\u0647 \u0636\u0645\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u0645\u0627\u0647 \u0634\u0639\u0628\u0627\u0646 \u0645\u0646\u0647 \u0627\u0632 \u062f\u0633\u062a \u0642\u062f\u062d \u06a9\u0627\u06cc\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0631\u0634\u06cc\u062f<br \/>\n\u0627\u0632 \u0646\u0638\u0631 \u062a\u0627 \u0634\u0628 \u0639\u06cc\u062f \u0631\u0645\u0636\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u06af\u0644 \u0639\u0632\u06cc\u0632 \u0627\u0633\u062a \u063a\u0646\u06cc\u0645\u062a \u0634\u0645\u0631\u06cc\u062f\u0634 \u0635\u062d\u0628\u062a<br \/>\n\u06a9\u0647 \u0628\u0647 \u0628\u0627\u063a \u0622\u0645\u062f \u0627\u0632 \u0627\u06cc\u0646 \u0631\u0627\u0647 \u0648 \u0627\u0632 \u0622\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u0645\u0637\u0631\u0628\u0627 \u0645\u062c\u0644\u0633 \u0627\u0646\u0633 \u0627\u0633\u062a \u063a\u0632\u0644 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0646 \u0648 \u0633\u0631\u0648\u062f<br \/>\n\u0686\u0646\u062f \u06af\u0648\u06cc\u06cc \u06a9\u0647 \u0686\u0646\u06cc\u0646 \u0631\u0641\u062a \u0648 \u0686\u0646\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<br \/>\n\u062d\u0627\u0641\u0638 \u0627\u0632 \u0628\u0647\u0631 \u062a\u0648 \u0622\u0645\u062f \u0633\u0648\u06cc \u0627\u0642\u0644\u06cc\u0645 \u0648\u062c\u0648\u062f<br \/>\n\u0642\u062f\u0645\u06cc \u0646\u0647 \u0628\u0647 \u0648\u062f\u0627\u0639\u0634 \u06a9\u0647 \u0631\u0648\u0627\u0646 \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f \u0634\u062f<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/e5lPYFMilts?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Translation:<\/p>\n<h6>I don&#8217;t see any companionship. What happened to the companions?<\/h6>\n<h6>when did friendships end? What happened to the friends?<\/h6>\n<h6>the water of life darkened. Where is the auspicious Khezr?<\/h6>\n<h6>The rose lost colour. What happened to the spring wind?<\/h6>\n<h6>None says that a friend has the right of friendship.<\/h6>\n<h6>what happened to the grateful ones and the companions?<\/h6>\n<h6>This was the city of friends and the site of kind people<\/h6>\n<h6>when did kindness end? What happened to\u00a0the city of friends?<\/h6>\n<h6>Years past and no ruby came out of the mine of generosity<\/h6>\n<h6>what happened to the work of rain, the sun, and the wind?<\/h6>\n<h6>The polo-ball of success and liberality is cast into the field.<\/h6>\n<h6>None enters the arena. What happened to the horsemen?<\/h6>\n<h6>A hundred thousand roses blossomed, but no bird sang.<\/h6>\n<h6>what happened to the nightingales and the starlings?<\/h6>\n<h6>Venus plays no more happy tunes. Did its lute burn?<\/h6>\n<h6>no one yearns for drunkenness. What happened to the drinkers?<\/h6>\n<h6>Silence, Hafez! 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