O fragrant morning breeze the ...

O fragrant morning breeze the Angel of Death The Beloved's rest - place is where

The dwelling of that Moon , Lover - slayer , Sorcerer , is where *** Dark is the night the world and in front , the path of the Valley of Aiman the desert of the Path

The fire of God's splendour from the olive bush of Tor where The time and the place of promise of beholding is where *** Whoever came to this effacing world hath the mark of ruin the effacement by death , of this borrowed existence

In the tavern the world ask ye saying The sensible one is where *** One of glad tidings is he who knoweth the sign

Many are the subtleties . The confidant of mysteries is where *** Every hair - tip of mine hath a thousand bits of work with Thee

We , are where And , the reproacher , void of knowledge of work , is where *** The lover , shattered with pain of grief of separation from Thee , consumed

Thou Thyself askest not , saying That lover , grief suffering , is where *** Reason hath become distraught that musky dark tress , where

Apart from us , the heart hath taken the corner of retirement the eye - brow of the heart - possessor is where *** The cup , and the minstrel , and the rose , all are ready .

But , ease without the Beloved is not attainable . The Beloved is where *** Vexed with the cell and the cloister outward worship of the Shaikh , is my heart

The friend , the young Christian the spiritual Sage where The house of the Vintner the perfect Arif is where *** Hafiz grieve not of the cruel autumn wind which bloweth in the sward of the worl d

Exercise reasonable thought . The rose time without the thorn the autumn wind is where ***