Classic Poem

Joyful news, o heart! A Jesus-Breathed one, see, there cometh!
By her fragrant scent, that only Lovesome she there cometh.

Separation's grief no longer Mourn; for I an omen
Cast last night; and lo! a helper, At thy plea, there cometh.

In the fire of Wadi Eimen I rejoice not only;
Moses, eke, in quest of embers, Like to me, there cometh.

None there is that hath not business In thy quarter; hither,
By the highway of his wishes, Every he there cometh.

No one knoweth where the Loved One's Camp-place is; the tinkle
Of a camel-bell, sure only Can one be, there cometh.

Give a draught; for to the winehouse Of the gen'rous-hearted,
With intent of asking, every Debauchee there cometh.

If the Friend her woe-sick lover Think to visit, " Hasten,
" Whilst a breath yet from his bosom " (Bid her ye) " there cometh. "

Of the bulbul of this garden Ask ye; for a moaning
From a cage unto my hearing Momently there cometh.

Hafiz' heart the Friend would ravish: Lo, a royal falcon
After a poor fly pursuing, Comrades, see, there cometh!