O morning cypress without thee...

O morning cypress without thee , with the rose and the rose - bud , what may I do

The tress of the hyacinth , how may I draw ; with the cheek of the lily what may I do *** From the reproach of the ill - wisher , alas I beheld not Thy face

When not mine is the gleaming mirror , with dull iron what may I do *** O admonisher go ; and at the dreg - drinkers , carp not :

This , the work - orderer of Fate doeth what may I do *** When , like this , from the hidden ambush , leapeth the lightning of jealousy ,

Do thou order for I of consumed harvest , what may I do *** When the King of the Turans Afrasiyab approved and cast me into the pit ,

If the grace of Tahamtan Rustam be not hand - seizer to help what may I do *** If with a lamp on the path of travellers Tur's fire the perfect murshid make not a little assistance ,

For the remedy of the dark night of the Wadl - i - Aiman what may I do *** With the heart - stitching arrow of separation , thou sheddest my blood

Do thou thyself say to thyself : O luminous eye what may I do *** Hafiz highest paradise is the house of my heritage

In this desolate stage this world my dwelling , why do I make ***