Poem Number 137
My heart from me , He took con...
The ghazal
My heart from me , He took concealed from me , His face , He made
For God's sake with whom can this sport be made *** The morning of solitariness was in design upon my soul
Endless favours upon my soul so that I remained alive the thought of Him made . *** Like the variegated tulip , why am I not bloody of heart ,
Since with me , the heavy head , His eye made *** O wind if thou have the remedy , this very time is the time of remedy
For , design upon my soul , the pain of desire made . *** As a candle consumeth itself He the true Beloved consumed me in such a way that , on me ,
The flagon , weeping and the stringed instrument , clamour made . *** With this soul - consuming pain , how may I speak , saying
Design upon my powerless soul , the Physician God made *** Among kind ones , how can one speak ,
Saying Like this my true Beloved spake like that arrangement made . *** Against the life of Hafiz , the enemy would not have made that ill - doing
That the arrow of the eye of that eye - brow bow made . ***
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