What instrument through last night’s silence rang?
My life into his lay the minstrel wove,
And filled my brain with the sweet song he sang.
It was the proclamation of thy love
That shook the strings of Life’s most secret lyre,
And still my breast heaves with last night’s desire,
For countless echoes from that music sprang.
And ever, since the time that Hafiz heard
His Lady’s voice, as from a rocky hill
Reverberates the softly spoken word,