When the nightingale in the garden takes up his plaint
One must arise, like the tulip
Ere that people from their ignorance of the secret
Say, “So-and-so has taken the wine cup in hand”


P 200

Since in the garden the bulbul hath broached her strain,
Wine, like the tulip, in hand to take I'm fain,
Rather than folk should say out of witlessness,
Of me, "Such an one the goblet in hand hath ta'en."

Th 687

When bulbuls mid the flowers make melody,
Wine like the tulip in my hand must be,
Rather than ignorantly, ''Such a one
The cup in hand hath ta'en !" they 'd say of me.

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