Yest'reven, the wind brought news Of the Loved One from oversea:
I also, I gave my heart To the breeze; let what will be!

My case to such straits is come That the gleaming lightning's flash
A confidant is each night And each morrow the wind for me.

My faithless heart, in the plait Of thy browlocks caged, saith ne'er,
“The old accustomed abode Be holden in memory!”

The worth of the counsel of friends And dear ones I know to day.
O Lord, may our counsellors' hearts Be gladdened, I pray, of Thee!

My heart with remembrance of thee A-bleed is, whene'er in the meads
The fold of the rosebud's vest Undone of the wind I see.

The peak of thy royal cap Comes still to my mind, when the wind
The crown on the daffodil's head Doth set, as the bride of the lea.

My weakling existence from hand Was gone; but the wind new life
Brought back to my soul in the dawn With thy tresses' fragrancy.

O Hafiz, thy constant soul Shall bring thee to thy desire:
All souls be the sacrifice Of the man of constancy!