| CONTENTS. | ||
| PAGE | ||
| Title Page | ||
| Dedication | 7 | |
| Preface | 9 | |
| Translations of Hafiz into English | 17 | |
| Bibliography | 23 | |
| Introduction | 25 | |
| Poems from the Divan of Hafiz | 83 | I. | Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring | 85 |
| II. | The bird of gardens sang unto the rose, | 86 |
| III. | Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the day, | 87 |
| IV. | Sleep on thine eyes, bright as narcissus flowers, | 89 |
| V. | Oh Turkish maid of Shiraz! in thy hand | 90 |
| VI. | A flower-tinted cheek, the flowery close | 91 |
| VII. | From the garden of Heaven a western breeze | 93 |
| VIII. | The rose has flushed red, the bud has burst, | 94 |
| IX. | Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire< | 95 |
| X. | Singer, sweet Singer, fresh notes strew, | 97 |
| XI. | Mirth, Spring, to linger in a garden fair, | 98 |
| XII. | Where is my ruined life, and where the fame | 99 |
| XIII. | Lady that hast my heart within thy hand, | 100 |
| XIV. | The nightingale with drops of his heart's blood | 102 |
| XV. | Return! that to a heart wounded full sore | 103 |
| XVI. | What is wrought in the forge of the living and life— | 104 |
| XVII. | Lay not reproach at the drunkard's door | 106 |
| XVIII. | Slaves of thy shining eyes are even those | 107 |
| XIX. | What drunkenness is this that brings me hope— | 108 |
| XX. | From out the street of So-and-So, | 110 |
| XXI. | Not all the sum of earthly happiness | 111 |
| XXII. | The rose is not fair without the beloved's face, | 112 |
| XXIII. | My lady, that did change this house of mine | 113 |
| XXIV. | Not one is filled with madness like to mine | 115 |
| XXV. | The days of absence and the bitter nights | 116 |
| XXVI. | The secret draught of wine and love repressed | 118 |
| XXVII. | MY friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled, | 119 |
| XXVIII. | Hast thou forgotten when thy stolen glance | 121 |
| XXIX. | From Canaan Joseph shall return, whose face | 122 |
| XXX. | All hail, Shiraz, hail! oh site without peer! | 123 |
| XXXI. | The breath of Dawn's musk-strewing wind shall blow, | 125 |
| XXXII. | Upon a branch of the straight cypress-tree | 126 |
| XXXIII. | The jewel of the secret treasury | 127 |
| XXXIV. | Last night I dreamed that angels stood without | 128 |
| XXXV. | Forget not when dear friend to friend returned, | 130 |
| XXXVI. | Beloved, who has bid thee ask no more< | 131 |
| XXXVII. | Arise! and fill a golden goblet up | 132 |
| XXXVIII. | I cease not from desire till my desire | 133 |
| XXXIX. | Cypress and Tulip and sweet Eglantine, | 135 |
| XL. | The margin of a stream, the willow's shade, | 137 |
| XLI. | The days of Spring are here! the eglantine, | 138 |
| XLII. | True love has vanished from every heart; | 138 |
| XLIII. | WHERE are the tidings of union? that I may arise— | 140 | NOTES | 140 |