O how happy the time when the ...

O how happy the time when the Beloved cometh back .

When to the desire of the grief - stricken , the grief - consoler cometh back *** Before the king of his fancy , the black and the white of the eye , I extended ,

In that hope that that imperial horseman might come back . *** In expectation of His white poplar arrow , the heart of the prey keepeth fleeing ,

In the fancy that , for preying , He cometh back . *** Like dust , dweller at the head of His path I have sat ,

In the desire that , by this way , He may come back . *** If , in the curve of his chaugan , my head goeth not ,

Of my head what may I say and to what work is it that the head itself , cometh back . *** That heart , to which the tip of His two tresses gave repose ,

Think not that , in that heart , rest cometh back . *** Like the sea , the wave on the shore , my tear dasheth not ,

If , into my embrace His waist cometh back . *** From December , what tyrannies they were that the bulbuls endured

In the hope that , again , the fresh spring may come back . *** Hafiz from the painter of destiny God hope of that is

That , to my hand , like the cypress , the idol may come back . ***