Be't remembered that my dwelling Erst thy door anigh was,
From thy threshold's dust that gotten Lustre for mine eye was.

What within thy heart was, truly, That my tongue did utter;
Like to rose and lys, for commerce With the pure, pure I was.

When the heart from Gaffer Reason Sayings hard reported,
Love expounded what uneasy For it to descry was.

In my heart, without the Loved One Ne'er to be, I purposed:
But to what avail? For idle All that I could try was.

Yesternight, in thought of comrades, Went I to the winehouse,
Saw the jar, that foot in clay set, Heart with blood filled high, was.

Far and wide I sought the reason Of the pain of sev'rance;
Reason's Mufti to this question Pow'rless to reply was.

True it is Bou Ishac's turquoise Seal-ring for a season
Glittered proudly; but his fortune Swift of passing by was.

'Las, the evil and oppression In this place of ambush!
'Las for all the ease and pleasance In that palace high was!

Heardest thou the laughter, Hafiz, Of yon strutting partridge?
Heedless it of Fortune, hawk-like Swooping from the sky, was.