To the true Beloved I said O S...

To the true Beloved I said O Sultan of lovely ones show pity to this poor stranger

He said In the desire of his own heart , loseth his way the wretched stranger . *** To Him , I said Pass awhile with me . He replied Hold me excused .

A home delicately nurtured one , what care beareth he for such griefs of the poor stranger *** To the gently nurtured one , asleep on the royal ermine , what grief ,

If , should make the couch of thorn and , the pillow of the hard stone , the poor stranger . *** O thou in the chain of whose tress , are the souls of so many lovers ,

Happily , fell that musky mole , on thy coloured cheek , so strange . *** Strangely hath fallen that ant - line the down around thy face

Yet , in the picture gallery of Arzhang the musky line of shading is not strange . *** In the colour of the moon - like face , appeareth the reflection of wine of love or of unity

Like the leaf of the ruddy Arghavan on the surface of the wild red rose , strange . *** I said O thou tress of night - hue the attraction of grace the evening shelter of the stranger

In the morning time , beware , if his need bewail this stranger . *** Again , I said O my moon cover not that cheek of rose - hue

If not , thou wilt make us the shattered and wearied stranger . *** He said Hafiz at my beauty friends are in the stage of astonishment

Far from wonder it is not , if shattered and wretched sitteth the stranger . ***