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.
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.
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