Long 'tis since message my fair Anywise sendeth
Long 'tis since message my fair Anywise sendeth,
Letter, to lighten our care, Anywise sendeth.
Letters an hundred I wrote; But never that proud one
Messenger, greeting to bear, Anywise sendeth.
Never a fawn-footed one, With gait like the partridge,
To wild beast-like me, wit a-scare, Anywise sendeth.
She knoweth my heart's bird would fain From hand go and yet
Of that handwriting chain-like no snare Anywise sendeth.
Alack, that that skinker sweet-lipped No cup of the grapejuice,
Though well of my sickness aware, Anywise sendeth!
Of merits and stages achieved However I boast me,
She news from no station soe'er Anywise sendeth.
Peace, Hafiz! No room for appeal There is, if no message
To bondmen the queen of the fair Anywise sendeth.
Letter, to lighten our care, Anywise sendeth.
Letters an hundred I wrote; But never that proud one
Messenger, greeting to bear, Anywise sendeth.
Never a fawn-footed one, With gait like the partridge,
To wild beast-like me, wit a-scare, Anywise sendeth.
She knoweth my heart's bird would fain From hand go and yet
Of that handwriting chain-like no snare Anywise sendeth.
Alack, that that skinker sweet-lipped No cup of the grapejuice,
Though well of my sickness aware, Anywise sendeth!
Of merits and stages achieved However I boast me,
She news from no station soe'er Anywise sendeth.
Peace, Hafiz! No room for appeal There is, if no message
To bondmen the queen of the fair Anywise sendeth.
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