NOTE: 41

They drove, they swung [them], They brought down the sheep. Let us milk the dark ewe, Let us fill the flagon. Roast [meat] with wine Let us send to the *yar*. Come, *yar*, come! do not remain aggrieved, The matter of this fleeting world is naught, it shall not abide with thee. Boy, fear thou not; Early I shall go to my father’s garden; Come thou, [and] I will give thee a kiss; I will not cast thy youthful heart away from me. In my father’s vineyard [Are] roses of a thousand kinds; Among those roses My rose is [pure as] camphor. The king nightingale came down As a guest upon my rose. Come, *yar*, come! do not remain aggrieved, A false, vain fleeting world [it is], it shall not abide with thee.