Trace of the true Beloved's mo...

Trace of the true Beloved's mouth , fortune giveth me not .

News of the hidden mystery , fortune giveth me not . *** With desire , I died and , within this screen of divine knowledge is no path

Or path there is and its trace , the screen - holder the murshid giveth me not . *** For a kiss from His lip , I surrender my life

This my life He taketh not ; and that the kiss He giveth me not . *** The morning - breeze drew His tress . Behold the mean sphere

In that , there , the power of the whirling wind to draw His tress it the sphere giveth me not . *** As much as on the border , compass - like , I go ,

The path to the centre , Time like a point giveth me not . *** In the end , by patience , sugar of ease appeareth . But ,

Safety , the bad - faithlessness of Time giveth me not . *** To myself I said To sleep , I will go and behold in a dream the beauty of the true Beloved

But , with sighing and wailing , sleep , Hafiz giveth me not . ***