Affrighted , became my heart ;...

Affrighted , became my heart ; and careless , I , the darvish , am ,

As to what hath happened , to that great bewildered prey my heart *** For the head of my own faith , I trembled like the willow

For , in the hand of one of bow eye - brow , Kafir in religion , is my heart . *** From much weeping the fancy of the spirit of the mighty sea , I a mere drop mature . Alas

In the head of this drop , absurd of thought HSfiz are what crude fancies *** Of that eye - lash , bold , rest - slayer , I boast

On the tip of whose point , the wave of the sweet water of life dasheth . *** From the sleeve of a thousand physicians , trickleth blood ,

If , for examination , a hand on my wounded heart , drowned in blood , head to foot they place . *** In the street of the wine - house the murshid's threshold weeping and head cast down , I go

Because , of my empty , vain produce , ever cometh shame to me . *** Remaineth neither the prolonged age of Khjzr , nor the great dominion of Sikandar

Darvish upon the head of the mean world , strife make not . *** O Friend slave , thou art of friends , complain not

For , love's condition is n ot the complaint of less or of more . *** Hafiz I to that girdle of the true Beloved reacheth not every beggar's hand

The treasury greater than Karun's treasure , to hand bring . ***