Classic Poem

The Love of black-eyed maids, indeed, Forth of my pate will nowise go

The love of black-eyed maids, indeed, Forth of my pate will nowise go;
This is heav'n's ordinance and it On other gate will nowise go.

The spy stirred trouble up and strife And left no place for peace-making:
Sure, the dawn-risers' sighs unheard At heaven's gate will nowise go!

Time Unbegun, no lot to me, But that of toping, They ordained:
Each earthly lot, save as that day Foreordinate, will nowise go.

A privy place and ruby wine, A loving friend to cupbearer;
It better, heart, for thee, than this Thy now estate, will nowise go.

Vouchsafe us, Mohtesib, the sound Of drum and pipe: the Law's rebeck
Sure, out of tune, for such a thing Of little rate, will nowise go.

I can but love her secretly: Of clip and kiss how shall I speak?
Since these unto my wish, denied Of sorry Fate, will nowise go.

Wash not grief's charact'ry, o eye, From Hafiz' breast; the charmer's sword
Graved it, and stains of blood, though washed Early and late, will nowise go.EnglishKhwaja Shams-ad-din Muhammad Hafizlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems