SONNET BY THE LATE NAWAB OF OUDE, ASUF UD DOWLA. In those eyes the tears that glisten as in pity for my pain, Are they gems, or only dew-drops? can they, will they long remain ? Why thy strength of tyrant beauty thus, with seeming ruth, restrain? Better breathe my last before thee, than in lingering grief remain! To yon planet, Fate has given every month to wax and wane; And thy world of blushing brightness--can it, will it, long remain ? Health and youth in balmy moisture on thy cheek their seat maintain; But-the dew that steeps the rose-bud-can it, will it long remain ? Asuf, why, in mournful numbers, of thine absence thus complain? Chance had joined us, chance has parted,-nought on earth can long remain. In the world may'st thou, beloved, live exempt from grief and pain. On my lips the breath is fleeting,—will it, can it long remain ? FROM THE HINDOOSTANEE. 191 FROM THE GULISTAN. 'BROTHER, know the world deceiveth; Trust on him who safety giveth; Fix not on the world thy trust, She feeds us-but she turns to dust; FROM THE SAME. The man who leaveth life behind, FROM THE SAME. WHO the silent man can prize, If a fool he be or wise? Yet, though lonely seem the wood, Tongue of fire and heart of steel, |