In the morning , the bulbul Ha...

In the morning , the bulbul Hafiz told a tale to the east wind the Murshid

Saying 0 wind thou sawest for us what calamities love for the face of the rose the true Beloved made . *** For that colour of face , He God cast into my heart the blood of grief

And from this rose - bed eternity without beginning entangled in the thorn of the world with a thousand afflictions me made . *** I am the slave of resolution of that graceful one the true Beloved

Who , without dissimulation and hypocrisy , the work of liberality made . *** Be that breeze of the morning pleasant to Him ,

Who , the remedy for the grief of the night's sitters watchers made . *** Of strangers , ever I bewail not

For whatever He made that Friend God made . *** If of the Sultan , I formed expectation , a fault it was

If of the Heart - Ravisher , I sought fidelity , tyranny He made . *** In every direction the lover Bulbul the skilled holy traveller or the abstinent Zahid in lament :

In the midst , joy of union with the true Beloved the morning breeze the eternal lover and fearless profligate made . *** If the breeze drew aside the veil of the rose the true Beloved and the tress of the hyacinth glories of manifestations

The knot of the coat of the rose - bud the patient traveller's heart loose it made . *** On the part of the respected ones of the city , fidelity to me ,

The perfection of faith and of fortune , the Father of Fidelity made . *** To the street of the wine - sellers , the glad tidings take

That repentance of austerity and of hypocrisy , Hafiz hath made . ***