And again,—
"When Hafiz sings, the angels hearken, and Anaitis, the leader of the starry host, calls even the Messiah in heaven out to the dance."
"No one has unvailed thoughts like Hafiz, since the locks of the Word-bride were first curled."
"Only he despises the verse of Hafiz who is not himself by nature noble."
But we must try to give some of these poetic flourishes the metrical form which they seem to require:—
"Fit for the Pleiads' azure chord
The songs I sung, the pearls I bored."
Another:—
"I have no hoarded treasure,
Yet have I rich content;
The first from Allah to the Shah,
The last to Hafiz went."