  Ferangis, at thy feet I lay These roses from the haunted coast Of Faristan, whose poets boast Their Rocknabad and Mosellay; For I was in Shiraz to-day, With ancient Hafiz for my host, Who, like a comfortable ghost, With Persian roses crowned my stay. They are thy tribute from the land Of Khayyam and our Khalifate, For on their crimson folds of fate A wizard ciphered with his wand Words which I dare not here translate, But you will read and understand. |
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