Classic Poem

I for constancy renowned am Of the fair, the candle like;
Night-watch in the topers' quarter Keeping e'er, the candle like.

Day and night no slumber cometh To mine eyes grief-worshipping;
For thy sev'rance sick, sore weeping Still I fare, the candle like.

Severed with the shears of sorrow For thy sake's my patience' thread;
Yet love's fire for thee I, natheless, Smiling bear, the candle like.

In this night of separation Me a script of union send;
Else the world shall I enkindle For despair, the candle like.

If my tears' rose-coloured courser Had not run so fast, not thus
To the world my hidden secret Blazoned were, the candle like.

In the midst of fire and water, This my wan and wasted heart
For thy love's at once tear-raining And a-flare, the candle like.

Soft as wax is grown the mountain Of my patience in grief's hand,
Since I in Love's fire and water Waste and wear, the candle like

Very night, without thy beauty World-adorning; is my day;
For sheer love of thee, I'm wasting Into air, the candle like.

For one night, my head to heaven With thine union exalt;
Let thy face my cell enlighten, Haughty fair, the candle like.

But a breath of life is left me, Like the morn, without thy sight:
Show thy face and life I'll render, Then and there, the candle like.

Fast Love's fire for thee on Hafiz Hold hath taken: how, alack!
Quench heart's burning with eyes' water Shall I e'er, the candle like?