Classic Poem

I dreamt (would God it were true!) that thou and I were friends together;
Let us tell then one another the sweet secrets of our hearts.
See, I have a book; it is filled with loving verses:
Of thee I seek but love, let us wander through the gardens.
Hand in hand together, we will walk, and sit, and rise;
Let us be happy together, let us join in merry converse.
Offer me the well filled goblet, from thy hands alone I take it;
Give me yet again thy lip's kiss, and again I press thee for it.
The Minstrel at a distance draws his bow across the strings;
Let us turn from base to treble, and forget ourselves in his strains.
Lovely art thou above all others, I above all most fortunate:
Let us turn our faces to pleasure, and on sorrow turn our backs.
Alas! from this dream I awoke of a sudden in the morning:
Where then wert thou? No longer wert thou with me,
While I live in this world no care have I for any other;
Alone am I with thought of thee; let us then remain together.
Yet how can Khush-hal be alone, while there is love for him in his country?
Whether awake or asleep, let us be foolish and happy!