Return! That To A Heart Wounded Full Sore By Hafiz Shirazi

RETURN! that to a heart wounded full sore Valiance and strength may enter in; return! And Life shall pause at the deserted door, The cold…

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Singer, Sweet Singer, Fresh Notes Strew, By Hafiz Shirazi

SINGER, sweet Singer, fresh notes strew, Fresh and afresh and new and new! Heart-gladdening wine thy lips imbrue, Fresh and afresh and new and new!…

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Oh Turkish Maid Of Shiraz! In Thy Hand By Hafiz Shirazi

OH Turkish maid of Shiraz! in thy hand If thou’lt take my heart, for the mole on thy cheek I would barter Bokhara and Samarkand….

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Not One Is Filled With Madness Like To Mine By Hafiz Shirazi

NOT one is filled with madness like to mine In all the taverns! my soiled robe lies here, There my neglected book, both pledged for…

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My Lady, That Did Change This House Of Mine By Hafiz Shirazi

MY lady, that did change this house of mine Into a heaven when that she dwelt therein, From head to foot an angel’s grace divine…

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Oh Cup-Bearer, Set My Glass Afire By Hafiz Shirazi

OH Cup-bearer, set my glass afire With the light of wine! oh minstrel, sing: The world fulfilleth my heart’s desire! Reflected within the goblet’s ring…

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Not All The Sum Of Earthly Happiness By Hafiz Shirazi

NOT all the sum of earthly happiness Is worth the bowed head of a moment’s pain, And if I sell for wine my dervish dress,…

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My Friend Has Fled! Alas, My Friend Has Fled, By Hafiz Shirazi

MY friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled, And left me nought but tears and pain behind! Like smoke above a flame caught by…

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Mirth, Spring, To Linger In A Garden Fair, By Hafiz Shirazi

MIRTH, Spring, to linger in a garden fair, What more has earth to give? All ye that wait, Where is the Cup-bearer, the flagon where?…

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Lady That Hast My Heart Within Thy Hand, By Hafiz Shirazi

LADY that hast my heart within thy hand, Thou heed’st me not; and if thou turn thine ear Unto the wise, thou shalt not understand–…

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Lay Not Reproach At The Drunkard’s Door By Hafiz Shirazi

LAY not reproach at the drunkard’s door Oh Fanatic, thou that art pure of soul; Not thine on the page of life to enrol The…

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I Cease Not From Desire Till My Desire By Hafiz Shirazi

I CEASE not from desire till my desire Is satisfied; or let my mouth attain My love’s red mouth, or let my soul expire, Sighed…

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Last Night I Dreamed That Angels Stood Without By Hafiz Shirazi

LAST night I dreamed that angels stood without The tavern door, and knocked in vain, and wept; They took the clay of Adam, and, methought,…

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From Out The Street Of So-And-So, By Hafiz Shirazi

FROM out the street of So-and-So, Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me For I am sick and pale with woe; Oh bring me rest…

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Hast Thou Forgotten When Thy Stolen Glance By Hafiz Shirazi

HAST thou forgotten when thy stolen glance Was turned to me, when on my happy face Clearly thy love was writ, which doth enhance All…

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From The Garden Of Heaven A Western Breeze By Hafiz Shirazi

FROM the garden of Heaven a western breeze Blows through the leaves of my garden of earth; With a love like a huri I’ld take…

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Forget Not When Dear Friend To Friend Returned, By Hafiz Shirazi

FORGET not when dear friend to friend returned, Forget not days gone by, forget them not! My mouth has tasted bitterness, and learned To drink…

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From Canaan Joseph Shall Return, Whose Face By Hafiz Shirazi

FROM Canaan Joseph shall return, whose face A little time was hidden: weep no more– Oh, weep no more! in sorrow’s dwelling-place The roses yet…

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Cypress And Tulip And Sweet Eglantine, By Hafiz Shirazi

CYPRESS and Tulip and sweet Eglantine, Of these the tale from lip to lip is sent; Washed by three cups, oh Saki, of thy wine,…

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Beloved, Who Has Bid Thee Ask No More By Hafiz Shirazi

BELOVED, who has bid thee ask no more How fares my life? to play the enemy And ask not where he dwells that was thy…

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Arise, Oh Cup-Bearer, Rise! And Bring By Hafiz Shirazi

ARISE, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring To lips that are thirsting the bowl they praise, For it seemed that love was an easy thing, But…

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All Hail, Shiraz, Hail! Oh Site Without Peer! By Hafiz Shirazi

ALL hail, Shiraz, hail! oh site without peer! May God be the Watchman before thy gate, That the feet of Misfortune enter not here! Lest…

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A Flower-Tinted Cheek, The Flowery Close By Hafiz Shirazi

A FLOWER-TINTED cheek, the flowery close Of the fair earth, these are enough for me Enough that in the meadow wanes and grows The shadow…

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Arise! And Fill A Golden Goblet Up By Hafiz Shirazi

ARISE! and fill a golden goblet up Until the wine of pleasure overflow, Before into thy skull’s pale empty cup A grimmer Cup-bearer the dust…

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Wind From The East, Oh Lapwing Of The Day, By Hafiz Shirazi

WIND from the east, oh Lapwing of the day, I send thee to my Lady, though the way Is far to Saba, where I bid…

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Where Is My Ruined Life, And Where The Fame By Hafiz Shirazi

WHERE is my ruined life, and where the fame Of noble deeds? Look on my long-drawn road, and whence it came, And where it leads!…

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Where Are The Tidings Of Union, That I May Arise By Hafiz Shirazi

WHERE are the tidings of union, that I may arise Forth from the dust I will rise up to welcome thee! My soul, like a…

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Upon A Branch Of The Straight Cypress-Tree By Hafiz Shirazi

UPON a branch of the straight cypress-tree Once more the patient nightingale doth rest: “Oh Rose!” he cries, “evil be turned from thee! I sing…

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What Is Wrought In The Forge Of The Living And Life– By Hafiz Shirazi

WHAT is wrought in the forge of the living and life– All things are nought! Ho! fill me the bowl, For nought is the gear…

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What Drunkenness Is This That Brings Me Hope– By Hafiz Shirazi

WHAT drunkenness is this that brings me hope– Who was the Cup-bearer, and whence the wine? That minstrel singing with full voice divine, What lay…

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True Love Has Vanished From Every Heart By Hafiz Shirazi

TRUE love has vanished from every heart; What has befallen all lovers fair? When did the bonds of friendship part?– What has befallen the friends…

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The Jewel Of The Secret Treasury By Hafiz Shirazi

THE jewel of the secret treasury Is still the same as once it was; the seal Upon Love’s treasure casket, and the key, Are still…

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The Secret Draught Of Wine And Love Repressed By Hafiz Shirazi

THE secret draught of wine and love repressed Are joys foundationless–then come whate’er May come, slave to the grape I stand confessed! Unloose, oh friend,…

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The Rose Has Flushed Red, The Bud Has Burst, By Hafiz Shirazi

THE rose has flushed red, the bud has burst, And drunk with joy is the nightingale Hail, Sufis! lovers of wine, all hail! For wine…

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The Nightingale With Drops Of His Heart’s Blood By Hafiz Shirazi

THE nightingale with drops of his heart’s blood Had nourished the red rose, then came a wind, And catching at the boughs in envious mood,…

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The Rose Is Not Fair Without The Beloved’s Face, By Hafiz Shirazi

THE rose is not fair without the beloved’s face, Nor merry the Spring without the sweet laughter of wine; The path through the fields, and…

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The Margin Of A Stream, The Willow’s Shade, By Hafiz Shirazi

THE margin of a stream, the willow’s shade, A mind inclined to song, a mistress sweet, A Cup-bearer whose cheek outshines the rose, A friend…

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The Days Of Spring Are Here! The Eglantine, By Hafiz Shirazi

THE days of Spring are here! the eglantine, The rose, the tulip from the dust have risen– And thou, why liest thou beneath the dust?…

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The Days Of Absence And The Bitter Nights By Hafiz Shirazi

THE days of absence and the bitter nights Of separation, all are at an end! Where is the influence of the star that blights My…

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The Breath Of Dawn’s Musk-Strewing Wind Shall Blow, By Hafiz Shirazi

THE breath of Dawn’s musk-strewing wind shall blow, The ancient world shall turn to youth again, And other wines from out Spring’s chalice flow; Wine-red,…

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Sleep On Thine Eyes, Bright As Narcissus Flowers, By Hafiz Shirazi

SLEEP on thine eyes, bright as narcissus flowers, Falls not in vain And not in vain thy hair’s soft radiance showers Ah, not in vain!…

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The Bird Of Gardens Sang Unto The Rose, By Hafiz Shirazi

THE bird of gardens sang unto the rose, New blown in the clear dawn: “Bow down thy head! As fair as thou within this garden…

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Slaves Of Thy Shining Eyes Are Even Those By Hafiz Shirazi

SLAVES of thy shining eyes are even those That diadems of might and empire bear; Drunk with the wine that from thy red lip flows,…

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A Fleeting Glimpse Of A Village – Victor Hugo

A Fleeting Glimpse Of A Village How graceful the picture! the life, the repose! The sunbeam that plays on the porchstone wide; And the shadow…

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Pierre Et César Sont Là, Pleins Du Passé Féroce ! – Victor Hugo

Pierre et César sont là, pleins du passé féroce ! C’est l’instant de lutter, nous qu’on osa bannir, Contre le mal géant, contre l’erreur colosse,…

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Le Toit Espère La Gerbe, – Victor Hugo

Le toit espère la gerbe, Pain d’abord et chaume après ; La croupe du boeuf dans l’herbe Semble un mont dans les forêts. L’étang rit…

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Indignation – Victor Hugo

Indignation Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed His style so sharp to scar imperial brows, And lent the lustre lightening The gloom in Dante’s murky…

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Et Ruth Ne Savait Point Ce Que Dieu Voulait D’elle. – Victor Hugo

Et Ruth ne savait point ce que Dieu voulait d’elle. Un frais parfum sortait des touffes d’asphodèle ; Les souffles de la nuit flottaient sur…

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Whoever Hath Her Wish Thou Hast Thy Will By William Shakespeare

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus; More than enough am I that vexed thee still,…

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When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought By William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,…

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Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride By William Shakespeare

Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside…

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Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come By William Shakespeare

Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but…

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Your Love And Pity Doth The Impression Fill By William Shakespeare

Your love and pity doth the impression fill, Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill,…

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Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day By William Shakespeare

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way,…

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Where Art Thou Muse That Thou Forget’st So Long By William Shakespeare

Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend’st thou thy fury on some…

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Who Is It That Says Most Which Can Say More By William Shakespeare

Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise, that you alone, are you, In whose confine immured is the…

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When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth By William Shakespeare

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some…

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Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid By William Shakespeare

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace; But now my gracious numbers are decayed, And my…

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When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light By William Shakespeare

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,…

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When I Consider Every Thing That Grows By William Shakespeare

When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars…

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