If , like the lofty cypress , ...

If , like the lofty cypress , a moment thou move in a rose - garden ,

In envy of thy face , every rose suffereth a thorn . *** On account of the infidelity of thy tress , together are every assembly and a great tumult

On account of the sorcery of thy eye , together are every corner and a sick one . *** O intoxicated eye of the beloved to sleep , like my fortune , go not ;

For , in pursuit , from every direction , is the sigh of^ a wakeful one . *** The scattering of Thy Path's dust is my soul's cash , although

On Thy part the soul's cash hath not even a little value . *** O heart ever , a malignant opinion of the tress of heart - enslavers , express not

When malignant of opinion thou becomest , how openeth to thee a work *** Separate from the body went my head and , awhile , this work ended not ;

My hear f caught grief of love and Thine , was no grief for a captive . *** To him , I said Like the centre - point enter into the midst of the circle of desirous ones

With laughter , he spake , saying Hafiz 1 in what compass , art thou ***