Classic Poem

O East, by the Loved One's dwelling To fare deny thou not
And news to the wretched lover From there deny thou not.

In thanks that thou thus hast blossomed, O rose, to thy heart's desire,
To the bird of the morning union's Sweet air deny thou not.

Henceforth, since the fount of sweetness Thy lip of ruby is,
The parrot thy speech's sugar To share deny thou not.

The love of thee was my housemate, Whilst yet thou a new moon wast,
And now thou'rt at full, thy favour, O fair, deny thou not.

The world and all that is in it A trifling matter is;
To people of wit this trifle Fore'er deny thou not.

The poet thy glory beareth To th' utterest ends of th' earth;
To him, for the road, provision Of fare deny thou not.

If thou wouldst be well remembered, Lo, this is the word for thee;
In payment of speech, gold, silver, Sans spare, deny thou not.

Hafiz, the case grows better; The dust of grief departs:
Her path with thy tears to water, In prayer, deny thou not.