OR, THE BOOK OF LOVE.
175
[The Mirza recites.]
Who is so small but, when he suffers, sighs?
Who is so great but mercy dignifies?
Shibli, from grain bazaar, upon his back
With toilsome steps took home a loaded sack;
Arrived—a red Ant in the wheat he spied,
Her troubled feet running from side to side.
"I to my house, and thou to thine!" quoth he;
"Testify at the Judgment this of me!"
For pity of her woe all that long way,
He bore her to her people of the clay:
And Firdausi this gentle verse did make,
"Peace be to his pure Tomb for that Ant's sake!"
Dilazâr. Sir! I have sent it free, the spotted moth!
If I sate many nights in your Bostàn
