Calcutta nr. 464
Though you be based on stone
All the water of Fate passes by O Saki
The world is earth sing Ghazels O minstrel
The world is breath, bring wine O Saki
Though based thou wert, like walls, on stone, O skinker,
Doom's torrent e'en would lay thee prone, O skinker!
Wind is the soul; sing, minstrel! fill the winecup!
The world is dust, all whither blown, O skinker!