Yet to Canaan the lost Joseph Will return once mo'. Repine not,
Sorrow's cell shall yet with roses, Like a garden, blow. Repine not.

Care-worn heart, thy case shall better Yet become; fret not thyself;
For yon giddy-pate of Fortune Yet aright shall grow. Repine not.

If Life's Spring once more betide thee, On the sward-throne, o'er thy head
Bird night-warbling, yet the rose's Canopy thou'lt throw. Repine not.

Nay, despair not, since thou knowest Not the Unseen's mysteries;
Many a spring behind the Veil is Working to and fro. Repine not.

If the wheel of heaven turn not For a season to our wishes,
Not for ever on one fashion Will the matter go. Repine not.

When, for longing after Mecca, In the desert foot thou settest,
Though the thorns of hindrance bring thee Many an irk and woe, repine not.

Though the torrent of perdition Raze existence's foundation,
Since thy pilot's Noah, reck not Of the Deluge; no, repine not.

Passing parlous though the stages And the goal be not apparent,
There's no road to which an ending Is not, high or low. Repine not.

All our case, for separation From the Loved One and for noyance
Of the rival, God, the Changer Of the case, doth know. Repine not.

Hafiz, in the nook of poortith And the darkling nights' seclusion,
Whilst thy practice Koran-reading Is and praying, oh, repine not!