To ward the kingdom, Fortune took thy sword, And beauty chose thy hand, herself to word. In Heaven for thy decree Fate listening stands, The dinar fr… - Abu-Mansur Daqiqi

Choice wine, whose bitter strength can sweeten best
The embittered mind, and flood
The air with colour, as when goshawk's breast
Is dyed with pheasant's blood

O would that in the world there were no night,
That I might ne'er be parted from her lips!
No scorpion-sting would sink deep in my heart
But for her scorpion coils of darkest hair.
If' neath her lip no starry dimple shone,
I would not linger with the stars till day;
And if she were not cast in beauty's mould,
My soul would not be moulded of her love.
If I must live without my Well-beloved,
O God! I would there were no life for me.

Daqiqi has chosen four qualities of all good and evil things in the world:
Ruby-colored lips and the sound of the lute.
Old red wine and the Zoroastrian religion!