POETRY. 
ANOTHER ODE OF HAFEZ, 
TRANSLATED BY JOHN SCOTT. 
*  C&zmunicated by Asiaticus 
Untess my fair one’s cheek be near 
To tinge thee with superior red, 
How vain, O rose, thy boasted bloom! 
Unlefs prime season-of the year, 
The grape’s rich streams be round thee fhed, 
Alike how vain is thy perfume! r 
In fhrubs which fkirt the scented mead, 
Or garden’s walk embroider’d gay, 
Can the sweet voice of joy be found? 
Unlefs, to harmonise the fhade, 
The nightingale’s soft warbled lay * 
Pour melting melody around ? 
Thou flow’ret trembling to the gale, 
And thou, O Cyprefs! waving slow 
Thy green head in the summer air, 
( Say, what will all your charms avail, 
If the dear maid whose blufhes glow 
Like living tulips, be not there ? 
The nymph who tempts with honied lip, 
With cheeks that fhame the vernal rose, 
In rapture we can ne'er behold, 
Unlefs with kifses, fond, we sip 
‘The luscious balm that lip bestows, 
Unlefs our arms that nymph enjold. 
Sweet is the rose impurpl’d bow’r, 
And sweet the juice distilling bright 
Tn sills of crimson from the vine 5 
But are they sweet, or have they pow’r 
To bathe the senses in delight, Bye 
Where beauty’s presence does not fhine ? 
Nay, let tie magic hand of art 
The animated picture grace, 
With all the hues it can devise 5 cis: 
Yet this no pleasure will impart, «3 
Without the soul enchanting face, : 
Tinctur’d with mature’s purer dyes, i 
