Tho' the globe, by Adam's gardening, grow hotter than Gehenna
& all Shifa is Death healing but Khayyam of Ibn Sina
This roaring drunkard, in dotage, reigns more serene
For if Peace hath a Prophet, my Saqi- Thy Qareen.
Envoi-
Prince! Since you can't conquer the captive of your own mirror,
E'er seem to seize Jamshed's Cup to escape Lethe's river
& kill your Black Cleitus in, but, a dream
So, to your own Fame's detritus, you remain Nadeem.
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