Classic Poem

Of thy love the young shoot Of amazement there cometh;
Of thine union the fruit Of amazement there cometh.

How many an one, plunged in the ocean of union,
To the nethermost root Of amazement there cometh!

Enjoyment abideth not, neither enjoyer,
Whereas the repute Of amazement there cometh

From what side soever whereunto I hearken,
The clamour and bruit Of amazement there cometh.

Nay, show me one heart, whereupon, in her pathway,
No mole, at the suit Of amazement, there cometh.

With awfulness crushed is the man, in whose vision
The light undilute Of amazement there cometh.

To leafage, for love, in the being of Hafiz,
The plant, head to foot, Of amazement there cometh.