If , to Thy street , the power...

If , to Thy street , the power of arriving be mine ,

By the fortune of union with Thee , to foundation arriveth my work . *** From me , took rest , those two beauteous hyacinth tresses

From me , took tranquillity , those two narcissi eyes tricked with kuhl . *** Since from the jewel of Thy love , a great polish hath my heart ,

Verily , from the rust of vicissitude , polished it was . *** Battered with ill - fortune , life , I obtain

At that moment when , with the sword of grief for Thee , slain I become . *** O soul and heart the true Beloved in Thy presence , what sin have committed ,

That , accepted , becometh not the devotion of me , heart - bereft *** When , at Thy door , without resource , without gold or force , I

Have , in no way , the path of egress or of ingress . *** I go where I do what I am how Remedy , I make what

For , from grief of time's violence , sorely vexed I am become . *** Worse than my heart , grief for Thee found no place ,

When , in my straitened heart , it made its place of alighting . *** Hafiz with love's pain , be content and be silent

Love's mysteries , reveal not before people of reason . ***