My heart hast thou reft: take my soul! For thine envoy of grief what
pretence?
One perfect in grief as myself with collector as he may dispense.
O Háfiz, in Love's holy bane,
As thy foot has at last made its way,
Lay hold of his skirt with thy hand,
And with all sever ties from to-day.
CXLIX
Both worlds, the Transient and Eterne, for Sákí and the Loved I'd yield:
To me appears Love's satellite the universe's ample field.
Should a new favorite win my place, my ruler shall be still supreme:
It were a sin should I my life more precious than my friend esteem.
CLV
Last night my tears, a torrent stream, stopped Sleep by force:
I painted, musing on thy down, upon the water-course.
Then, viewing my Beloved one's brow—my cowl burnt up—
In honor of the sacred Arch I drained my flowing cup.
From my dear friend's resplendent brow pure light was shed;
And on that moon there fell from far the kisses that I sped.
The face of Sákí charmed my eye, the harp my ear:
At once for both mine ear and eye what omens glad were here!