Poem Number 50
In the snare of Thy tress , my...
The ghazal
In the snare of Thy tress , my heart entangled of itself is .
Slay with a glance for to it the heart punishment of itself is . *** If from Thy hand issue our heart's desire ,
Be ready at hand for goodness in place of itself is . *** O sweet idol by Thy soul I swear that like a candle ,
In dark nights my desire , effacement of myself is . *** O bulbul when thou expressedest opinion of love , to thee , I said
Do not express an opinion for that rose the beloved self - going , for the sake of itself is . *** The perfume of the rose is in no need of the musk of Chin and of Chigal
For , its pods of musk sweet fragrance from the fastenings leaves of the coat of itself is . *** Go not to the house of the Lords void of liberality of the age
For the corner of ease in the dwelling of one's self is . *** Hafiz consumed and so consumed in the condition of love and of life staking ,
Yet , at the head of covenant and of fidelity of himself is . ***
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