In this city , my fortune , I ...

In this city , my fortune , I have tried

From this whirlpool , my chattels 'tis necessary to draw . *** Since many a time I gnaw the hand of regret and heave the sigh from my chest

To my body , piecemeal torn , like the rose leaf shedding I set fire . *** Last night from a bulbul that sang , how sweetly it came to me in a place where

From the branch of its rose - tree , the rose made wide its ear , *** Saying O heart joyful be thou . For that beloved , ill of nature ,

Long sitteth refractorily on account of his ill fortune . *** The world , cruel in words and slow in covenant - keeping to pass by thee thou wishest

Thy own slow covenant and cruel words abandon . *** If , upon the lofty sky , vicissitudes Shaitan's temptations wave - mounting , strike their head ,

Yet his chattels and fortune , wet soiled with Shaitan's snare the Arif maketh not . *** O Hafiz if union had been attainable , ever ,

Far severed from bis throne , Jamshld would not have remained . ***