Classic Poem

Since that thy blessed shadow On my existence fell,
Prosperity's my servant And grace my manciple.

Long years it is since fortune Departed from my side;
But, with thine union's blessing, Back came it to my cell.

No man should ever see me Awake in this thy time,
Did in my dreams thine image Fore'er depictured dwell.

My life I pass in grieving For thee; but never deem
That without thee a moment I live, the truth to tell.

No leach the med'cine knoweth For my disease; for I'm,
Without the Friend, heart-broken And with her, passing well.

Although thou say, " Thy chattels Bring not to this my street, "
Nought, by thy soul, I swear it, Therefrom shall me expel!

I'm the least servant, Hafiz, Of him who rules the land;
For such a King and Vizier All fealties compel.