Go thy ways, preacher! In vain This all thy clamour and prate is
Go thy ways, preacher! In vain This all thy clamour and prate is:
Irketh it thee, if my heart Fall'n from the pathway straight is?
The waist of my fair, which God Created whilere out of nothing,
A subtlety is, that solved Of never a soul create is.
Free of this world and of that Thy bondman is; yea, independent
The mendicant one of thy street Of all of the heavens eight is.
What if the liquor of Love Have rendered me drunk and ruined?
Indeed, on that ruin based Existence's fair estate is.
Rail not, o heart, at the Friend's Injustice and barbarous dealing;
All that she doth with thee just And foreappointed of Fate is.
What season her lips to my wish Further me not, like the reed-pipe,
The whole world's admonishment nought But wind in mine ear, anygate, is.
" Hafiz, go; chant thou no charms And mutter no spells! " quoth the Loved One;
" For full of such charms and such spells My memory early and late is. "
Irketh it thee, if my heart Fall'n from the pathway straight is?
The waist of my fair, which God Created whilere out of nothing,
A subtlety is, that solved Of never a soul create is.
Free of this world and of that Thy bondman is; yea, independent
The mendicant one of thy street Of all of the heavens eight is.
What if the liquor of Love Have rendered me drunk and ruined?
Indeed, on that ruin based Existence's fair estate is.
Rail not, o heart, at the Friend's Injustice and barbarous dealing;
All that she doth with thee just And foreappointed of Fate is.
What season her lips to my wish Further me not, like the reed-pipe,
The whole world's admonishment nought But wind in mine ear, anygate, is.
" Hafiz, go; chant thou no charms And mutter no spells! " quoth the Loved One;
" For full of such charms and such spells My memory early and late is. "
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