Sawest thou, o heart, the havoc That Love's pain hath wrought?
Sawest thou, o heart, the havoc That Love's pain hath wrought?
What, departing, she with lovers, True in vain, hath wrought?
That ensorcelling narcissus, What a game 't hath played!
And that tipsy one to sober Folk what bane hath wrought!
As the afterglow my tears are For her lovelessness.
See, what devastation Fortune Inhumane hath wrought!
Flashed from Leila's camp a levin In the dawn: alack
For what it with Mejnoun's harvest, Sorrow-slain, hath wrought!
Wine! None knoweth what the Limner Of th' Invisible,
In the compass of the ages' Wax and wane, hath wrought.
Nay, this mystery none knoweth, What behind the screen
He, who limned and fashioned yonder Azure plain, hath wrought.
Thought of love the fire of sorrow Lit in Hafiz' heart:
See with comrade what old comrade Once again hath wrought!
What, departing, she with lovers, True in vain, hath wrought?
That ensorcelling narcissus, What a game 't hath played!
And that tipsy one to sober Folk what bane hath wrought!
As the afterglow my tears are For her lovelessness.
See, what devastation Fortune Inhumane hath wrought!
Flashed from Leila's camp a levin In the dawn: alack
For what it with Mejnoun's harvest, Sorrow-slain, hath wrought!
Wine! None knoweth what the Limner Of th' Invisible,
In the compass of the ages' Wax and wane, hath wrought.
Nay, this mystery none knoweth, What behind the screen
He, who limned and fashioned yonder Azure plain, hath wrought.
Thought of love the fire of sorrow Lit in Hafiz' heart:
See with comrade what old comrade Once again hath wrought!
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