Classic Poem

Once on a time, a heart, o Muslims, mine was,
Wherewith I spoke, if trouble or repine was.

A feeling heart and helpful friend, that ever
For men of heart a shelter and a shrine was.

A mate expert and skilled, in every trouble,
It unto me, distraught of Fate malign, was

When, for the Eye, I fell into a whirlpool,
Hope, by its aid, of winning forth the brine was.

'Twas in thy street I lost it, o Beloved!
What a skirt-seizing place that street of thine was!

Tears in its quest, like pearls, I spent; but fruitless
To get it back my effort all, in fine, was.

Never was worth untainted of rejection.
What beggar's case more abject aye than mine was?

Have pity on a wretch, who sage and honoured
Whilom, or e'er he drank of passion's wine, was.

My verses are the joy of all assemblies,
Since in sweet speech my teacher Love benign was.

Say no more, " Hafiz is a man of judgment " .
He still a dunce (we've seen it with our eyne) was.