She bore away my heart And hid from me her face made
She bore away my heart And hid from me her face made:
Was e'er such sport with man, In any time or place, made?
When loneliness, at dawn, Threatened my life, her image
Me whole, with kindnesses Past count and many a grace, made.
Why, like the tulip, should I not be bleeding-hearted,
Since her narcissus-eye Hath us in rueful case made?
If remedy thou have, East wind, now is its season;
For love and pain resolve My life have to efface made.
On such wise have they burned Me, taper-like, that o'er me
The cup wept and the lyre Lament for my misgrace made.
What shall I say? With this Mine anguish life-consuming,
My leach design upon My sorry soul and base made.
How shall it unto friends Be told that the Beloved
Did this or that amiss And this speech out of place made!
No foe with Hafiz' soul Might ever make such havoc
As have yon bow-browed fair's Bright eye and beauteous face made.
Was e'er such sport with man, In any time or place, made?
When loneliness, at dawn, Threatened my life, her image
Me whole, with kindnesses Past count and many a grace, made.
Why, like the tulip, should I not be bleeding-hearted,
Since her narcissus-eye Hath us in rueful case made?
If remedy thou have, East wind, now is its season;
For love and pain resolve My life have to efface made.
On such wise have they burned Me, taper-like, that o'er me
The cup wept and the lyre Lament for my misgrace made.
What shall I say? With this Mine anguish life-consuming,
My leach design upon My sorry soul and base made.
How shall it unto friends Be told that the Beloved
Did this or that amiss And this speech out of place made!
No foe with Hafiz' soul Might ever make such havoc
As have yon bow-browed fair's Bright eye and beauteous face made.
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