Classic Poem

Show thy face and self's existence From my memory tear away;
Bid the wind the heart-consumed one's Every harvest bear away.

Heart and eye since we have given To the deluge of chagrin,
Life's foundation, " say, " come carry, Torrent of despair, away! "

So the Magian Elder's favour Stable be, the rest is nought;
Bid all others from their mem'ries Do our name fore'er away.

Who shall scent her tress like virgin Ambergris? Wanwishful heart,
Do from out thy thought this idle Fancy of her hair away!

Yesternight quoth she, " I'll slay thee With mine ebon eyelashes. "
Lord, from out her thought the purpose Of oppression wear away!

Bid the heart outvie the flaming Of the Fire-Temple of Fars;
Bid the eye the face's water Of the Tigris scare away.

In this Way no place thou reachest Without striving; nay, thou must
With obedience to the master, An the wage thou'dst share, away.

Promise me thy sight a moment, Sweet, upon my dying day,
And straight bear me to the graveyard, Free from pain and care, away!

Hafiz, have a care; bethink thee Of the Loved One's tender case;
With this crying and lamenting From her threshold fare away.