Ode XXXI, by Hafez
From the Divan The breath of Dawn's musk-strew...
From the Divan The breath of Dawn's musk-strew...
From the Divan of Hafiz Upon a branch of the s...
Men die..
Dreams only change their houses.
Th...
Do you remember
Honey-melon moon
Dripping thi...
A spring wind on the Bowery,
Blowing the fluf...
And you remember, in the afternoon
The sea an...
Too far away, oh love, I know,
To save me f...
MANY roses in the wind
Are tapping at the wind...
I HAVE fetched the tears up out of the little w...
The train in running across the weald has falle...
A FAINT, sickening scent of irises
Persists a...
FOR you, O youths, the books that I have writ...
I came upon a maiden
Blowing rose petals in th...
Her voice was like rose-fragrance waltzing in t...
Like a vivid hyperbole,
The sun plunged into ...
With crafty brooding life turned to Jack Rose
...
The dust of many roads has been my grey wine.
...
I "Have you ever played a violin
Larger than ...
Your cheeks are spent diminuendos
Sheering int...
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts...
I'll tell you how the sun rose, --
A ribbon a...
On this long storm the rainbow rose,
On this ...
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are...
It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fi...
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The play...