Come back and soul's ally Unto my bosom strait be
Come back and soul's ally Unto my bosom strait be;
Unto this blighted heart A confidant and mate be.
Of yonder wine they sell In Love-liking its tavern,
Give us two cups or three, Though Ramazan-tide may't be.
O wise wayfaring sage, Since thou hast burned the patchcoat,
An effort make and chief Of topers small and great be.
Unto that friend, who said, “My heart for thee is looking,”
Say thou, “Behold, I come In peace: upon the wait be.”
My heart's ableed for love Of that life-giving ruby:
O casket thou of Love, In this same seal and state be!
Lest on her heart grief's dust Sit, in my letter's traces,
O torrent of my tears, Aflow without abate be!
Bid Hafiz, if he seek The cup world-showing, ever
In noble Asef's sight, That Jem-like potentate, be.
Unto this blighted heart A confidant and mate be.
Of yonder wine they sell In Love-liking its tavern,
Give us two cups or three, Though Ramazan-tide may't be.
O wise wayfaring sage, Since thou hast burned the patchcoat,
An effort make and chief Of topers small and great be.
Unto that friend, who said, “My heart for thee is looking,”
Say thou, “Behold, I come In peace: upon the wait be.”
My heart's ableed for love Of that life-giving ruby:
O casket thou of Love, In this same seal and state be!
Lest on her heart grief's dust Sit, in my letter's traces,
O torrent of my tears, Aflow without abate be!
Bid Hafiz, if he seek The cup world-showing, ever
In noble Asef's sight, That Jem-like potentate, be.
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