Save only that faith and reason I've lost, belovéd one

Save only that faith and reason I've lost, belovéd one,
I prithee, come say, what profit From love of thee I've won.

Though grief to the wind hath given The harvest of my life,
By the dust of thy foot, I've never The pact of love fordone!

Though abject I was as the sun-mote, By Love's fair auspice, see,
For wish of thy cheek I've raised me Up even to the sun.

Bring wine, for 'tis now a lifetime That, for salvation's sake,
I sit in the nook of safety And ease and pleasance shun.

If thou be sober, preacher, Cast not thy speech in the dust;
For drunken I am and hearken Admonishment from none.

How shall I, for shame, my forehead Uplift before the Friend,
Since service I cannot proffer That's worthy such an one?

Though Hafiz consume, that soother Of hearts saith ne'er, “A salve
“I'll send him, since I his bosom Have wounded and undone.”
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Khwaja Shams-ad-din Muhammad Hafiz
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