By His the true Beloved's soul...

By His the true Beloved's soul I swear that if power of sacrificing my life had been ,

The humble offering of His slave , it would have been . *** If foot - bound to His tress , my heart had not been ,

In this dark dust - heap this world rest mine , how would have been *** Would to God by my door , like a flash of light , he had entered ,

So that , on my two eyes his order current had been *** In face , like the resplendent sun of the sky , peerless of climes is He

In heart , alas , that only a little kind He should have been . *** Him , even in sleep , I see not . What room for speaking of union

When this union might not be , Him we saw not . Would to God that the beholding of Him in sleep had been . *** Confessor , in service to His stature , the tongueless cypress would have been ,

If , to it , like the noble ten - tongued lily , tongue had been . *** Forth from the screen , when would have fallen Hafiz's wail of lustrous verse

If not fellow - companion of the birds , morning - singing , he had been ***