Classic Poem

Intent upon turning homeward, Why not on the fare shall I be?
Why not, in the Loved One's quarter, The dust of her stair shall I be?

Since strangerhood's grief and suff'rance No longer can I endure,
I'll get me to mine own city, Mine own king where shall I be.

Once more of the fane of union Shall I of the ádepts be;
The servant of mine own master, Once more, again there shall I be.

Unknown since the issue of life is, 'Tis better that thus, at least,
On the day of the Term, in the presence Of her, my own fair, shall I be.

My usance was ever toping And loverhood: strive I will
Henceforth so once more concerned with My proper affair shall I be.

Whatever from drowsy fortune And stress without end I bear,
The keeper of mine own secrets Henceforward, I swear, shall I be

Excepting God's grace and favour Way-shower to me become,
Ashamed of myself and my dealings, O Hafiz, fore'er shall I be.