THE HEART is the veil behind which is hidden His love; His eye is the mirror-holder which reflecteth His countenance. I, who would not bow my head to both worlds, submit my neck to the burthen of His mercies. Thou enjoyest the tuba-tree, I the image of my beloved one! Everyone's thoughts are fashioned to the measure of his aims. What should I be within that Holy Place, in which the mourning breeze is the veil-holder who guardeth the sanctuary of His honor! If I have soiled the skirts of my raiment, what is the damage which I can do? The universe is the pledge for His purity! Mejnun is long departed; now it is our turn: to each one is allowed a five-days' sojourning! The kingdom of love and the wealth of enjoyment -- all that I possess is bestowed by the hand of His destination. If we have offered for a ransom ourselves and our hearts, why need we fear? The goal towards which we strive is the purpose of His salvation. Never cease to make His image the object of thine eye, for its cell is the peculiar chamber of His privacy. Every new rose which adorneth the meadow is a mark of the color and perfume of His benevolence. Look not on his external poverty, for the bosom of Hafiz is a rich treasury in the exuberance of His benevolence! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN WORLD-MILLER by FRANCES BARBER RHAPSODY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE RIVER FIGHT; APRIL 18, 1862 by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL |