"Out of the East, and out of the West,
no man understands me;
Oh, the happier I, who confide to none but
the wind!
This morning heard I how the lyre of the
stars resounded,
'Sweeter tones have we heard from Hafiz!'"
Again,—
"I heard the harp of the planet Venus, and it said in the early morning, 'I am the disciple of the sweet-voiced Hafiz!'"
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 unveiled 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:—