POEMS FROM THE DIVAN OF HAFIZ
Translated by Gertrude Lowthian Bell
London: Heinemann
[1897]
¶ Index
- To Hafiz of Shiraz
- Introduction
- The Poems
- I. Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring
- II. The bird of gardens sang unto the rose
- III. Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the day
- IV. Sleep on thine eyes, bright as narcissus flowers
- V. Oh Turkish maid of Shiraz! in thy hand
- VI. A flower-tinted cheek, the flowery close
- VII. From the garden of Heaven a western breeze
- VIII. The rose has flushed red, the bud has burst
- IX. Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire
- X. Singer, sweet Singer, fresh notes strew
- XI. Mirth, Spring, to linger in a garden fair
- XII. Where is my ruined life, and where the fame of noble deeds?
- XIII. Lady that hast my heart within thy hand
- XIV. The nightingale with drops of his heart’s blood
- XV. Return! that to a heart wounded full sore
- XVI. What is wrought in the forge of the living and life
- XVII. Lay not reproach at the drunkard’s door
- XVIII. Slaves of thy shining eyes are even those
- XIX. What drunkenness is this that brings me hope
- XX. From out the street of So-and-So
- XXI. Not all the sum of earthly happiness
- XXII. The rose is not fair without the beloved’s face
- XXIII. My lady, that did change this house of mine
- XXIV. Not one is filled with madness like to mine
- XXV. The days of absence and the bitter nights
- XXVI. The secret draught of wine and love repressed
- XXVII. My friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled
- XXVIII. Hast thou forgotten when thy stolen glance
- XXIX. From Canaan Joseph shall return, whose face
- XXX. All hail, Shiraz, hail! oh site without peer!
- XXXI. The breath of Dawn’s musk-strewing wind shall blow
- XXXII. Upon a branch of the straight cypress-tree
- XXXIII. The jewel of the secret treasury
- XXXIV. Last night I dreamed that angels stood without
- XXXV. Forget not when dear friend to friend returned
- XXXVI. Beloved, who has bid thee ask no more
- XXXVII. Arise! and fill a golden goblet up
- XXXVIII. I cease not from desire till my desire
- XXXIX. Cypress and Tulip and sweet Eglantine
- XL. The margin of a stream, the willow’s shade
- XLI. The days of Spring are here! the eglantine
- XLII. True love has vanished from every heart
- XLIII. Where are the tidings of union? that I may arise
- Notes