Shams Al Din Hafiz Shirazi

The margin of a stream, the willow’s shade,

A Cup-bearer whose cheek outshines the rose,A friend upon whose heart thy heart is laid:Oh Happy-starred! let not thine hours fleetUnvalued; may each minute as it goesLay tribute of enjoyment at thy feet,That thou may’st live and know thy life is sweet.Let every one upon whose heart desireFor a fair face lies like a burden…

NOT one is filled with madness like to mine

There my neglected book, both pledged for wine.With dust my heart is thick, that should be clear,A glass to mirror forth the Great King’s face;One ray of light from out Thy dwelling-placeTo pierce my night, oh God! and draw me near.From out mine eyes unto my garment’s hemA river flows; perchance my cypress-treeBeside that stream…