Like the morning of laughing f...

Like the morning of laughing forehead Thou art ; and the candle of the chamber of the morning , I am

Smile and behold how for Thee my soul , I surrender . *** In my heart , the stain of love for Thy heart - alluring tress is so in dwelling that ,

When from this vanishing world I pass , my tomb becometh the dark violet bed . *** On the threshold of hope of Thee , I have opened my eye ,

That Thou mayest cast one glance from Thy glance , me Thou Thyself castedest . *** O crowd of griefs to thee , how may I utter thanks God forgive thee

On the day of friendlessness , at last , from my bosom thou goest not . *** I am the slave of the man of vision , who , notwithstanding his black - hearted - ness ,

Raineth a thousand drops tears when my heart's pain , I recount . *** On every side , our idol divine bounty displayeth splendour but ,

This glance that I keep glancing , none seeth . *** If the Beloved like the fragrant breeze pass to the tomb of Hafiz

From desire of that Beloved in the heart of that narrow place the grave the shroud , I rend . ***