Classic Poem

No true loveling's she who only Waist and hair possesseth:
Be her slave alone who " Thatness " To her share possesseth

Lovesome though the Houris' usance And the Peris' fashion,
That alone is grace and beauty Which my fair possesseth.

Prithee, smiling rose, the wellspring Of mine eye come visit,
Which, in hope of thee, fresh water Running e'er possesseth.

Lo, the curve of that thine eyebrow, In the bowman's practice,
Greater skill than any archer Whatsoe'er possesseth.

Heart impressing grown my verse is, Since thou didst accept it:
Yea, love's speech a power of impress Passing rare possesseth.

None for sure Love's secret knoweth; Yet each man, according
To his insight, some conception Of th' affair possesseth.

Look of miracles thou prate not To the tavern-haunters;
Every word its place and season, When and where, possesseth.

No wise bird will ever carol In a Springtide's meadows
Which in rear thereof an Autumn Of despair possesseth.

Who shall bear the ball of beauty Off from thee? Not even
The sun's self the will and spirit This to dare possesseth.

Bid pretenders quips and quillets Riddle not with Hafiz:
Our quill also tongue and speechcraft, Be ye ware, possesseth.