Fair ones, thus if use of charming Still they make,
Breaches in the faith of zealots Will they make.

Whereso that narcissus bloometh, Rose-cheeked ones
Eyes narcissus-holders, will they, Nill they, make.

When the angels hear my loveling Fall to song,
Answer, clapping hands, from Heaven's Hill they make.

Fortune's sun its face will show thee, If thy heart's
Mirror shining as the morning's Sill They make.

Over their own selves have lovers No command;
Whatsoe'er thou biddest, that their Will they make

See, all blood-besmeared's the apple Of mine eye:
Where is it of man this usance Ill they make?

Strike, o cypress-statured youngling, Strike a ball,
Ere thy stature as the mall-stick's Bill They make.

With mine eye's tear-torrent likened, But a drop
Were the tales that of the Deluge Still they make.

Show thy festal cheek to lovers And of life
Off'ring shall (and thus their pledges Fill) they make.

Like th' initiates, heart, in anguish Blithesome be:
Merry, even on estrangement's Grill, they make.

Midnight lamentation, Hafiz, Leave thou not,
Difficulties to thee easy Till They make.