388 A brief notice of some of the [Oct, 



The second is a paraphrase of one of Hafiz' s metaphysical effusions, 

 by that veteran in Oriental literature, Dr. Gilchrist. It may be re- 

 garded as a tolerable specimen of the mystic poetry which Hafiz was 

 accustomed occasionally to bewilder his disciples with. 



i. 



tc Hail, heavenly spark ! that glorious day, 



When thou, released from circling clay, 



May soar to realms of bliss : 



No longer shall this frame confine, 



A soul inspired with love divine, — 



Pure bird of paradise ! 



11. 



" God's mystic scheme I vainly scan, 



And grasp his mind infused in man ; 



These — far transcend my song. 



Through death's deep gloom, how wing my flight ? 



To that eternal source of light, — 



Eclipsed from me so long. 



in. 



" Eccentric spirit ! why first roam 

 To earth — from heaven thy native home P 

 Where kindred angels dwell. 

 How like the bounding musky deer, 

 Thou still art doomed to anguish here, — - 

 This yearning heart can tell. 



IV. 



" Those radiant orbs, — Earth's vernal bloom,, 

 Lose all their charms while I consume, 

 With melting sighs on sighs ; 

 Yes, bright Intelligence ! I see, 

 My self cannot descend to thee, 

 Till mortal Hafiz dies. 



The following is a sudden transition from the sublime to the terres- 

 trial. Hafiz must have wrinen the first part of it on awaking after a 

 midnight debauch, and concluded it whilst on the point of quaffing his 

 second goblet of hock and soda. The translation is a literal one by 

 Wm. Ouseley, Esq. 



" This monkish habit which I wear shall serve as a pledge for wine, and this 

 unmeaning volume (his Koran) shall be sunk in an ocean of good liquor. 



" How have I wasted life ! — as far as I can look around, we owe our ruin to the 

 love of wine and dissipation. 



" How remote is true meditation from the profession of a Derveish, or a state of 

 poverty ! My breast is all on fire — My eyes full of tears. 



" I shall not tell the story of my enamoured heart to the world : or if I do tell 

 it, it must be to the sound of the harp or violin. 



