O breeze from such a one's str...

O breeze from such a one's street , me , a perfume bring .

Weeping and sad of grief , I am me , ease of soul , bring : ***

For our profitless heart , strike out the elixir of purpose *** That is From the dust of the Beloved's door which is indeed an elixir me , a trace bring .

With my own heart , in the ambush - place of vision , is war *** To me , an arrow and a bow fashioned from His curved eye - brow and shooting glance bring .

In wandering , and in separation , and in grief of heart I have spent my life and now I am become old *** So that from the present , freedom , I may obtain and , for the past , compensation me , a cup of wine from the hand of a youthful one , bring .

Two , or three , cups of this wine , cause the deniers to taste *** And , if they take them not , running with speed to me , bring .

Saki the ease of to - day , to to - morrow , cast not , *** Or , from Fate's book , me , the line of safety that , till to - morrow , I shall live bring .

Last night , forth from the screen went my heart , when Hafiz said *** O breeze from such a one's street , me , a perfume , bring . ***