I HAVE borne the anguish of love, which ask me not to describe: I have tasted the poison of absence, which ask me not to relate. Far through the world have I roved, and at length I have chosen A sweet creature (a ravisher of hearts), whose name ask me not to disclose. The flowing of my tears bedews her foosteps In such a manner as ask me not to utter. On yesternight from her own mouth with my own ears I heard Such words as pray ask me not to repeat. Why dost thou bite thy lip at me? What dost thou not hint (@3that I may have told?@1) I have devoured a lip like a ruby: but whose, ask me not to mention. Absent from thee, and the sole tenant of my cottage, I have endured such tortures, as ask me not to enumerate. Thus am I, HAFIZ, arrived at extremity in the ways of Love. Which, alas! ask me not to explain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 14 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HAARLEM HEIGHTS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 109 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) THE SHIP STARTING by WALT WHITMAN TRIOLET: THOSE VIOLETS BLUE by H. W. BANKS |