Classic Poem

Ne'er of thy watcher this heart of mine is quit;
Tale-teller tale-teller cherisheth not, to wit.

The Mohtesib broke the pitcher and I his head:
" Tooth for a tooth and eye for an eye! " 'tis writ.

Like Jesus the wine-cup is, since live again
The dead by its special virtue maketh it.

Play a tune, minstrel, such that, on Venus-wise,
Shall Jupiter dance to its sound in the sphere star-lit.

Hafiz to heart, from the page of the Loved One's cheek,
The chapters of " Praise " and of " Constancy " doth commit.