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Thus spake at dawn to the fresh-open’d roseThe courting-bird, ‘Cease thy so empty vaunt:Comelier than thou full many each day unclose.’She laughed:—‘In truth I care not, ne’erthelessStrange lover thou, to use such harsh address:No gallant vexeth beauty with such taunt.Or ever thou receive this ruby red,This wine, first must thy pearl’d disdainfulnessIn passion’s suppliant sea its jewels shed.’O vain it were love’s chanting voice to chide!Though may no tongue those burning thoughts expound,The ardent fire of love no heart can hide.In his all-whelming tears hath Hafez drownedWisdom & patience, yet no peace hath found.
Thus spake at dawn to the fresh-open’d roseThe courting-bird, ‘Cease thy so empty vaunt:Comelier than thou full many each day unclose.’She laughed:—‘In truth I care not, ne’erthelessStrange lover thou, to use such harsh address:No gallant vexeth beauty with such taunt.Or ever thou receive this ruby red,This wine, first must thy pearl’d disdainfulnessIn passion’s suppliant sea its jewels shed.’O vain it were love’s chanting voice to chide!Though may no tongue those burning thoughts expound,The ardent fire of love no heart can hide.In his all-whelming tears hath Hafez drownedWisdom & patience, yet no peace hath found.
Thus spake at dawn to the fresh-open’d roseThe courting-bird, ‘Cease thy so empty vaunt:Comelier than thou full many each day unclose.’
Thus spake at dawn to the fresh-open’d rose
The courting-bird, ‘Cease thy so empty vaunt:
Comelier than thou full many each day unclose.’
She laughed:—‘In truth I care not, ne’erthelessStrange lover thou, to use such harsh address:No gallant vexeth beauty with such taunt.
She laughed:—‘In truth I care not, ne’ertheless
Strange lover thou, to use such harsh address:
No gallant vexeth beauty with such taunt.
Or ever thou receive this ruby red,This wine, first must thy pearl’d disdainfulnessIn passion’s suppliant sea its jewels shed.’
Or ever thou receive this ruby red,
This wine, first must thy pearl’d disdainfulness
In passion’s suppliant sea its jewels shed.’
O vain it were love’s chanting voice to chide!Though may no tongue those burning thoughts expound,The ardent fire of love no heart can hide.
O vain it were love’s chanting voice to chide!
Though may no tongue those burning thoughts expound,
The ardent fire of love no heart can hide.
In his all-whelming tears hath Hafez drownedWisdom & patience, yet no peace hath found.
In his all-whelming tears hath Hafez drowned
Wisdom & patience, yet no peace hath found.