Ever intoxicated keepeth me th...

Ever intoxicated keepeth me the waft of air of the tress - curl of Thine .

Momently ruined maketh me the deceit of the eye of sorcery of Thine . *** O Lord after such patience , one can see a night

Whereon , we may kindle the candle of our eye in the prayer - arch of the eyebrow of Thine . *** The black tablet of vision , I hold dear for the sake

That to the soul , it is a book of the picture of the dark mole of Thine . *** If Thou wish perpetually to adorn the world altogether

Tell the breeze that it should uplift awhile the veil from the face of Thine . *** And if Thou wish to cast out from the world the custom of effacement

O true Beloved scatter Thy tress that it may shed thousands of souls from every hair of Thine . *** Wretched , I and the morning breeze two heads , revolving without profit

Intoxicated , 1 , from the sorcery of the eye of Thine it , from the perfume of the tress of Thine . *** For the kindness of the breeze , I have thanks for the perfume of the true Beloved ,

If not , in the morning , from this side , how had been the passing of Thine *** Every moment , I used to consider the black pupil of the eye intent upon the blood of my heart ; and regarded it my enemy

This moment , I hold it dear in memory of the dark mole whose form it hath of Thine . *** O excellent the spirit that Hafiz hath of this world and of the next world ,

Naught cometh into his eye , save the dust of the head of the street of Thine . ***