In thy heart of yore, Beloved, More concern for lovers' care was
In thy heart of yore, Beloved, More concern for lovers' care was;
Yea, with us thy loving-kindness Talk of people everywhere was.
Be that commerce of the night-time Aye remembered when of lovers'
Bond and circle and Love's myst'ries Talk among the sweet-lipped fair was!
Though those moonfaced lovelings' beauty Ravished heart and faith and reason,
Yet our love for pleasant nature, Grace and fashions debonair was.
If the shade of the Beloved On the lover fell, what wonder?
Her we needed and desirous She of us, to make the pair, was.
Ere yon dome and arch of azure They on high upreared, the Loved One's
Eyebrow for mine eye the archway Of its belvedere whilere was.
From the Prime without beginning To the night of Endless Ever
Was our love and on one fashion Will be still as it fore'er was.
On the Night of Power a dawn-draught If I drank, nay, never blame me;
For with wine the Friend came merry And a cup on shelf-edge there was.
If the chaplet-string was broken, Prithee hold thou me excuséd;
For my hand upon the silver-Shanked cupbearer's fore-arm bare was.
On my case this pregnant saying At the King's door quoth a beggar,
“Still, at whatso table sat I, God purveyor of the fare was.”
Lo, in Adam's time, in Eden, Hafiz' verse the decoration,
Wherewithal the roses' petals, White and red, bewritten were, was.
Yea, with us thy loving-kindness Talk of people everywhere was.
Be that commerce of the night-time Aye remembered when of lovers'
Bond and circle and Love's myst'ries Talk among the sweet-lipped fair was!
Though those moonfaced lovelings' beauty Ravished heart and faith and reason,
Yet our love for pleasant nature, Grace and fashions debonair was.
If the shade of the Beloved On the lover fell, what wonder?
Her we needed and desirous She of us, to make the pair, was.
Ere yon dome and arch of azure They on high upreared, the Loved One's
Eyebrow for mine eye the archway Of its belvedere whilere was.
From the Prime without beginning To the night of Endless Ever
Was our love and on one fashion Will be still as it fore'er was.
On the Night of Power a dawn-draught If I drank, nay, never blame me;
For with wine the Friend came merry And a cup on shelf-edge there was.
If the chaplet-string was broken, Prithee hold thou me excuséd;
For my hand upon the silver-Shanked cupbearer's fore-arm bare was.
On my case this pregnant saying At the King's door quoth a beggar,
“Still, at whatso table sat I, God purveyor of the fare was.”
Lo, in Adam's time, in Eden, Hafiz' verse the decoration,
Wherewithal the roses' petals, White and red, bewritten were, was.
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