In passion’s suppliant sea its jewels shed.’
O vain it were love’s chanting voice to chide!
Though may no tongue those burning thoughts expound,
The ardent fire of love no heart can hide.
In his all-whelming tears hath Hafez drowned
Wisdom & patience, yet no peace hath found.
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Though beauty’s tress be strayed, ’tis beauteous still:
Though her bright glance should wander, though it err
& wound me, it shall be forgiven her;