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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE (2), by HAFEZ Poet's Biography First Line: O thou who breath'st the matin air Last Line: In ev'ry rose a thorn. Alternate Author Name(s): Hafiz, Kwaja Shams Al-din Muhammad; Hafiz Of Shiraz; Hafez, Mohammad Shams Od-din | |||
O THOU who breath'st the matin air, Sweet gentle Zephyr, tell me where My well beloved dwells, That moon of beauty, love, and joys Who rash admirers soon destroys, Who ev'ry one excels. The night is dark, and Aiman's vale Appears obscure; the moon is pale Which late with splendour drest The rising hills. Ah! who will lead The anxious lover o'er the mead, With his sweet maid to rest? In ev'ry climate fools abound, E'en now we see men searching round, But who can find a sage? Who understands the sense concealed, Let him rejoice; when unrevealed, Shall we explain our page? With each dark ringlet of thine hair, I have a thousand things my fair, To regulate alone: Ah! where's the sense I once could boast? Alas in wine and love all lost; Ah! where's the censor's frown? Thy musky tresses charm my heart I feel each raptur'd sense depart Ah! why am I thus moved? No joys the wine, dance, roses have Without thee, life is like the grave, Ah! where is my beloved? From autumn's winds securely plac'd In bow'rs with ev'ry beauty grac'd Still Hafiz is forlorn; He feels without thee pain in joy, In every pleasure some alloy, In ev'ry rose a thorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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