At dawn , the bird of the swar...

At dawn , the bird of the sward the necessarily existent One , God spake to the rose faithful men in the state of being beloved

Display less disdain for , in this garden the world many a one like thee hath blossomed . *** The rose laughed saying We grieve not at the truth but

No lover spoke a harsh word to the beloved . *** To eternity without end , the perfume of divine love reacheth not the perfume place of him

Who , with his face , swept not the dust of the door of the tavern the stage of love and of divine knowledge *** If thou desire ruby wine the mystery of haklkat from that begemmed cup the Murshid

O many the pearl the tear that it is necessary for thee to pierce with the point of thy eye - lash . *** Last night , in the garden of Iram , when from the bounty of the air ,

The tress of the hyacinth was disturbed by the morning breeze , *** I said throne of Jamshid thy cup world - displaying , where

It said Alas wakeful fortune slept . *** Not that which cometh to the tongue is the talk of love

O Saki Murshid give wine make short this uttering and hearing of love *** Into the sea , the tear of Hafiz hath so great is his weeping cast wisdom and patience

What shall he do Neither choice , nor power in his . The consuming of love's grief , he cannot conceal and other remedy , he knoweth not ***