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Home Home Islam Poems from the Divan of Hafiz XXVIII

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To Hafiz of Shiraz
Introduction
I. Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring
II. The bird of gardens sang unto the rose
III. Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the day
IV. Sleep on thine eyes, bright as narcissus flowers
V. Oh Turkish maid of Shiraz! in thy hand
VI. A flower-tinted cheek, the flowery close
VII. From the garden of Heaven a western breeze
VIII. The rose has flushed red, the bud has burst
IX. Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire
X. Singer, sweet Singer, fresh notes strew
XI. Mirth, Spring, to linger in a garden fair
XII. Where is my ruined life, and where the fame of noble deeds?
XIII. Lady that hast my heart within thy hand
XIV. The nightingale with drops of his heart's blood
XV. Return! that to a heart wounded full sore
XVI. What is wrought in the forge of the living and life
XVII. Lay not reproach at the drunkard's door
XVIII. Slaves of thy shining eyes are even those
XIX. What drunkenness is this that brings me hope
XX. From out the street of So-and-So
XXI. Not all the sum of earthly happiness
XXII. The rose is not fair without the beloved's face
XXIII. My lady, that did change this house of mine
XXIV. Not one is filled with madness like to mine
XXV. The days of absence and the bitter nights
XXVI. The secret draught of wine and love repressed
XXVII. My friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled
XXVIII. Hast thou forgotten when thy stolen glance
XXIX. From Canaan Joseph shall return, whose face
XXX. All hail, Shiraz, hail! oh site without peer!
XXXI. The breath of Dawn's musk-strewing wind shall blow
XXXII. Upon a branch of the straight cypress-tree
XXXIII. The jewel of the secret treasury
XXXIV. Last night I dreamed that angels stood without
XXXV. Forget not when dear friend to friend returned
XXXVI. Beloved, who has bid thee ask no more
XXXVII. Arise! and fill a golden goblet up
XXXVIII. I cease not from desire till my desire
XXXIX. Cypress and Tulip and sweet Eglantine
XL. The margin of a stream, the willow's shade
XLI. The days of Spring are here! the eglantine
XLII. True love has vanished from every heart
XLIII. Where are the tidings of union? that I may arise
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