Poems by Hafez

From the Divan Singer, sweet Singer, fresh notes strew,
Fresh and afresh and new and new!
H...

From the Divan Mirth, Spring, to linger in a garden fair,
What more has earth to give? All y...

From the Divan Where is my ruined life, and where the fame
Of noble deeds?
Look on my long-dr...

Lady that hast my heart within thy hand,
Thou heed'st me not; and if thou turn thine ear
Unto ...

The nightingale with drops of his heart's blood
Had nourished the red rose, then came a wind,
...