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Adib Saber Termezi - may God's mercy be upon him. He was an eloquent poet and a discerning, learned man, and his verse possesses complete grace and total charm. The virtuous acknowledge his precedence, so much so that Anvari preferred him over himself, there where in a fragment he enumerates his own perfections and says:

Leave all this aside; I have come with pure poetry alone — For I am at last like Sanai, even if not like Saber.

And among his sayings are these few couplets:

O you whose face is like paradise and whose lip is like Salsabil, upon your paradise and Salsabil my soul and heart are offered.

My heart entered into obedience to your love, because it is through obedience that paradise and Salsabil are attained.

When does Venus give radiance before your countenance? When is the sun beautiful beside your service?

You are the Baghdad of beauty and the Egypt of loveliness, and to my eye Baghdad is like the Tigris and Egypt like the Nile.

From the burden of the pain of your parting my figure has bent like a bow, and from the wound of the hand of your love my cheeks have become like the Nile.

And among his poems is this fragment:

The inkwell, O boy, is the instrument of fortune; with it tame the wildness of fortune.

When you wish to make fortune (dawlat) out of the inkwell (dawat), turn the alef into a lam by the joining.