Weep not for the waning rose
Sigh not when the south wind blows,
Drown reflection in the can,
Dissipated Mussulman;
Better to be glad than sad,
By the waves of Rocknabad.
If the truth must be confest,
Youth’s a juggle, love’s a jest,
Life’s a comic caravan,
Discontented Mussulman;
Better to be glad than sad,
By the waves of Rocknabad.
Eat your crust and drink your wine,
Deem the girl you love divine,
Make you merry for a span,
Philosophic Mussulman;
Better to be glad than sad,
By the waves of Rocknabad.