Love parting the curtains of modesty.
When thou spokest ill of thy servant ’twas well—
God pardon thee! for thy words were sweet;
Not unwelcomed the bitterest answer fell
From lips where the ruby and sugar lay.
But, fair Love, let good counsel direct thy feet;
Far dearer to youth than dear life itself
Are the warnings of one grown wise—and grey!
The song is sung and the pearl is strung;
Come hither, oh Hafiz, and sing again!