Poem Number 221
When I place my hand on the ti...
The ghazal
When I place my hand on the tip of His tress , in wrath He goeth
If I seek concord , with a head full of rebuke , He goeth . *** Like the new moon , helpless spectators ,
He attacketh with the corner of the eye - brow and , into the veil , goeth . *** On the night of wine state of effacement He maketh me ruined with His wakefulness effacing
If by day in sobriety I relate tales to friends of the Path to sleep , He goeth . *** O heart love's path is full of tumult and of strife
Falleth that one , who , on this Path , hastily goeth . *** When , upon the bubble's head , falleth the wind of pride ,
In the idea of the wine of pride its sovereignty of obstinacy goeth . *** O heart when thou hast become old , boast not of beauty and of eloquence ,
For , only in the world of youth , this way of boast goeth . *** When the black - book of black hair of youth is closed ,
The white hair becometh not less if many an extract of White hair goeth . *** For empire , sell not beggary at the door of the true Beloved
To the paltry sun , from the shadow of this great door , is it that any one goeth *** Me , covenant - breaker , thou callest and I fear
That , on the day of resurrection withthee , this very title covenant - breaker goeth . *** Hafiz thou , thyself , art the veil of the Path . From the midst , arise make negation of thyself so that the veil may be raised
O happy that one , who , on this Path , veil - less goeth . ***
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