By the sword of inclination of...

By the sword of inclination of thine , the slaughter of this shattered one decreed , it was not

If not , by the glance of sorcery of thine , a fault it was not . *** O Lord lustre how hath Thy beauty's mirror ,

Wherein , to my sigh the power of impression was not . *** O true Beloved when I , distraught , released Thy tress ,

For me distraught more fit than the chain - fetter , aught was not . *** In the sward of grace , more graceful than Thy stature , aught grew not

In the world of picture , more pleasant than thy picture aught was not . *** So that , perchance , like the morning - breeze I may reach Thy tress ,

Last night , my profit save night - weeping , aught was not . *** Through astonishment , at the door of the wine - house the world of love and of divine knowledge I put out of my head

When , in the cloister , a Plr , a recogniser of thee was none . *** O fire of separation from thee , that I endured that , candle - like ,

Save self - destruction , by thy hand , a plan for me was none . *** Hafiz's grief without thee was a mark of torture

Of which to any one , need of explanation was not . ***