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Poems from the Divan of Hafiz

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by Gertrude Lowthian Bell

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The Poems

I. Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bringII. The bird of gardens sang unto the roseIII. Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the dayIV. Sleep on thine eyes, bright as narcissus flowersV. Oh Turkish maid of Shiraz! in thy handVI. A flower-tinted cheek, the flowery closeVII. From the garden of Heaven a western breezeVIII. The rose has flushed red, the bud has burstIX. Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afireX. Singer, sweet Singer, fresh notes strewXI. Mirth, Spring, to linger in a garden fairXII. Where is my ruined life, and where the fame of noble deeds?XIII. Lady that hast my heart within thy handXIV. The nightingale with drops of his heart's bloodXV. Return! that to a heart wounded full soreXVI. What is wrought in the forge of the living and lifeXVII. Lay not reproach at the drunkard's doorXVIII. Slaves of thy shining eyes are even thoseXIX. What drunkenness is this that brings me hopeXX. From out the street of So-and-SoXXI. Not all the sum of earthly happinessXXII. The rose is not fair without the beloved's faceXXIII. My lady, that did change this house of mineXXIV. Not one is filled with madness like to mineXXV. The days of absence and the bitter nightsXXVI. The secret draught of wine and love repressedXXVII. My friend has fled! alas, my friend has fledXXVIII. Hast thou forgotten when thy stolen glanceXXIX. From Canaan Joseph shall return, whose faceXXX. All hail, Shiraz, hail! oh site without peer!XXXI. The breath of Dawn's musk-strewing wind shall blowXXXII. Upon a branch of the straight cypress-treeXXXIII. The jewel of the secret treasuryXXXIV. Last night I dreamed that angels stood withoutXXXV. Forget not when dear friend to friend returnedXXXVI. Beloved, who has bid thee ask no moreXXXVII. Arise! and fill a golden goblet upXXXVIII. I cease not from desire till my desireXXXIX. Cypress and Tulip and sweet EglantineXL. The margin of a stream, the willow's shadeXLI. The days of Spring are here! the eglantineXLII. True love has vanished from every heartXLIII. Where are the tidings of union? that I may arise

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