I HAVE borne the anguish of love, which ask me not to describe: I have tasted the poison of absence, which ask me not to relate. Far through the world have I roved, and at length I have chosen A sweet creature (a ravisher of hearts), whose name ask me not to disclose. The flowing of my tears bedews her foosteps In such a manner as ask me not to utter. On yesternight from her own mouth with my own ears I heard Such words as pray ask me not to repeat. Why dost thou bite thy lip at me? What dost thou not hint (@3that I may have told?@1) I have devoured a lip like a ruby: but whose, ask me not to mention. Absent from thee, and the sole tenant of my cottage, I have endured such tortures, as ask me not to enumerate. Thus am I, HAFIZ, arrived at extremity in the ways of Love. Which, alas! ask me not to explain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SOLDIER LISTENS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL EPIGRAM: 101 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS ON THE MEDUSA OF LEONARDO DA VINCI IN THE FLORENTINE GALLERY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY COCK-CROW by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |