THE east wind at the dawn of day brought a perfume from the tresses of my beloved, which immediately cast my foolish heart into fresh agitation. I imagined that I had uprooted that flower from the garden of my heart, for every blossom which sprang up from its suffering bore only the fruits of pain. From fear of the attacks of her love, I set my heart free with bloody strife; my heart dropped gouts of blood which marked my footsteps. I beheld from her terrace how the glory of the moon veiled itself in confusion, before the face of the dazzling dazzling sun. At the voice of the singer and the cupbearer, I go to the door of season; for the messenger cometh with trouble from a weary road. Any gift of my beloved I take as courteous and kind, whether it be Mohammedan, Christian, or Jewish. Heaven protect her eyebrows from harm! for though they brought me to despair, yet with a gracious greeting they have given consolation to the sick heart. Joy to the time and the hour when I freed myself from the snare of her braided tresses, and gained a victory which even my foe admitted! From envy of the tresses of my beloved, the breeze lavished all the musk which she had carried from Tartary. I was amazed when I discovered last night cup and jug beside Hafiz: but I said no word, for he used them in the Sufi manner. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO A CONTEMPORARY BUNKSHOOTER by CARL SANDBURG WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |