Ode XXVII, by Hafez
My friend has fled! Alas, my friend has fled,
And left me nought but tears and pain behind!
L...
My friend has fled! Alas, my friend has fled,
And left me nought but tears and pain behind!
L...
From the Divan Hast thou forgotten when thy stolen glance
Was turned to me, when on my happy f...
From the Divan From Canaan Joseph shall return, whose face
A little time was hidden: weep no m...
From the Divan From the garden of Heaven a western breeze
Blows through the leaves of my garden...
The jewel of the secret treasury
Is still the same as once it was; the seal
Upon Love's treasur...
I have borne the anguish of love, which ask me not to describe:
I have tasted the poison of ab...
From the Divan Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! And bring
To lips that are thirsting the bowl they...
From the Divan The bird of gardens sang unto the rose,
New blown in the clear dawn: "Bow down ...
From the Divan Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the day,
I send thee to my Lady, though the...
From the Divan Sleep on thine eyes, bright as narcissus flowers,
Falls not in vain!
And not ...
From the Divan Oh Turkish maid of Shiraz! In thy hand
If thou'lt take my heart, for the mole o...
From the Divan A flower-tinted cheek, the flowery close
Of the fair earth, these are enough f...
The days of Spring are here! The eglantine,
The rose, the tulip from the dust have risen--
An...
From the Divan The rose has flushed red, the bud has burst,
And drunk with joy is the nightin...
From the Divan Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire
With the light of wine! Oh minstrel, sing:
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