Classic Poem

Come, so may strength return To my heart contrite again;
Come, so my body dead Win life and might again.

Come, for thy loss hath shut Mine eye on such wise that nought
But the door of thine union oped Will bring it to light again.

My heart, that is whelmed in blood By th' Ethiop hosts of grief,
Shall be by the Roumi troop Of thy cheek made bright again.

The mirror of this my heart, Whatever I hold thereto,
Nought else than thine imaged charms Gives back to the sight again.

By th'adage, " Big is the night [With changes], " afar from thee,
I count the stars, wond'ring what Will come of the night again.

Come; till, in the hope of the rose Of thine enjoyment, sing
The loveworthy nightingale Of Hafiz's spright again.