A bulbul Hafiz drank the blood...

A bulbul Hafiz drank the blood of the liver in grief and gained a rose a son

With a hundred thorns , perturbed his heart , the wind of , envy^ made . *** In the desire of a piece of sugar a son glad was the heart of the parrot Hafiz

Suddenly , vain the picture of hope the son decay's torrent made . *** Ever be his memory my eye's cool lustre , that fruit of my heart

That easy went in death and hard my work of life made . *** O camel - driver perfect Murshid my load of grief hath fallen . For God's sake , a little help

For me , fellow - traveller with this litter the holy traveller hope of thy kindness made . *** Hold not contemptible my dusty face and watery weeping eye

Of this straw mixed clay , our hall of joy , the azure sphere hath made . *** Sigh and lamentation that , through the envious eye of the sphere's moon ,

His dwelling in the niche of the tomb , the moon of bow - like eye - brow the son hath made . *** Hafiz Shah - rukh castle thou didst not ; and the time of opportunity hath departed .

What shall I do Me careless , Time's sport hath made . ***