Classic Poem

The soul to life inclining, Without the Loved One's grace, hath not:
Who hath not this, that , certes, In any time or place hath not.

A trace of yon heart-seizer In none alive have I beheld;
'Tis or that I no insight Or else that she a trace hath not

The station of contentment Unmeet it were from hand to give;
Light down, o camel-driver; For end this way of chase hath not.

Each dewdrop on this highway's An hundred seas of fire. Alack
That answer or solution Th'enigma of Love's case hath not!

But little pleasance, certes, Hath life without the one belov'd;
Yea, living aught of savour; Without the Friend's embrace, hath not.

The usances of toping Learn from the Mohtesib, o heart:
He 's drunken; but misdoubtance Of him the populace hath not.

Though thy spy be the candle, Look thou from it thy secrets hide;
For on its tongue a bridle That head-lopped scant-o'-grace hath not.

He, whom thou callest " master, " An if thou look, a craftsman is
In very deed; but verses, [Like mine,] that flow apace, hath not.

The crook-back harp to joyance Inviteth thee: its bidding hark;
The elder's rede save profit For those of human race hath not.

The tale of Korah's treasure, That Time gave to the wind, tell ye
The rosebud, so she hidden Her gold in hoarding base hath not.

In this our world no mortal A servant such as Hafiz hath;
Since any one a monarch, So fair as Thou of face, hath not.