Burn, heart; for this thine ardency Full many a thing still doeth;
With many a woe away midnight's Prayer-offering still doeth.

The Peri-faced Friend's chidings still Endure thou, like a lover;
For with one glance for wrongs untold Amends the king still doeth.

The veil They draw, th'angelic world From this of ours that parteth,
For whoso service to the cup World-mirroring still doeth.

Messiah-breathed and pitiful's Love's leach; but what physician
Tending, an if in thee he see No suffering, still doeth?

Thy case unto thy Lord commit And be thou of good courage;
For mercy, though the foe do none, God's sheltering wing still doeth.

Of drowsy Fortune tired am I; Is there belike no waker
Who supplication for my sake In the dawn-spring still doeth?

Hafiz consumeth nor a waft Of the Friend's tress hath gotten.
Mayhap the East wind him the grace This boon to bring still doeth.