A caravan from China comes | 109 |
A grievous folly shames my sixtieth year | 103 |
A thousand ways, beloved, have I sought | 176 |
All the long night we talked of your long hair | 85 |
At sunset, when the eyes of exiles fill | 144 |
Beauty alone will not account for her | 76 |
Beloved, it is not for you to question the words of the wise | 60 |
Breeze of the morning, at the hour thou knowest | 174 |
Bring wine into the garden, on the brink | 170 |
Brothers, attend | 6 |
Comfort thee, heart—this much at least is true | 89 |
Comrades, the morning breaks, the sun is up | 17 |
Conserve of roses is this book of song | 188 |
Dawn, like a lover, the black robe of night | 154 |
Deep in my heart there dwells a holy bird | 150 |
Do you see that dark girl yonder? | 19 |
For all her cruel grown-up ways | 130 |
Forget not, O my heart, thine ancient friends | 111 |
Happy returns of this good day to thee | 47 |
Heart, have you heard the news! | 5 |
Heavens! do you think this is a time to choose | 142 |
Helpless, we look for help—Sweet Heaven, save! | 62 |
He who hath made thy cheek of the wild rose | 83 |
How my heart aches with happiness to-night | 128 |
I well could speak to her had I a mind | 39 |
“I will get drunk,” saidst thou, “and kiss thee twice” | 132 |
I will not stay my hand till thou art mine | 107 |
In all this city not a girl for me! | 114 |
In the Beloved's path I laid my face | 65 |
In the Beloved's Street I lost my heart! | 80 |
In the green sky I saw the new moon reaping | 152 |
In the Heart's Market-Place go stand, my song | 116 |
In the rose-garden of the World, one rose | 122 |
Ismail is dead, of men and cadis best | 183 |
Kiwam-ed-din, strong pillar of the state | 184 |
Last night, as half asleep I dreaming lay | 32 |
Life is not worth the trouble; the whole sky | 69 |
Little sleeper, the spring is here | 185 |
Love, I am like the candle | 140 |
“Love,” I cried, “a little pity | 15 |
Love is a sea that hath not any shore | 45 |
Love, thou art fair, as delicate as dew | 124 |
My heart in prison is—in Selma's hair | 178 |
My hermitage the tavern is | 30 |
My little moon, the morning Friday was | 182 |
No one has seen thy face; a thousand eyes | 49 |
No! Saki—take the wine away | 34 |
Now that the rose is risen from the dead | 63 |
Now that the rose-tree in its dainty hand | 35 |
O I 've good news for you—the spring, the spring! | 95 |
O lion-hearted, ocean-handed King | 180 |
O Love, all hidden from my aching sight | 51 |
“O Love, but I am sad at heart for thee” | 93 |
O Love, if thou so cruel continuest to be | 11 |
O Love, how can you thus conceal your face | 13 |
O love, that stole my heart with your strange face | 134 |
O Love, the beauty of the moon is thine | 3 |
Once more red wine hath turned my willing head | 99 |
O Shiraz City, filled with lovely faces | 168 |
O you embroidered robe of my young days | 187 |
Preacher, 't is all in vain you preach to me | 28 |
Rejoice, my heart, before the springtime goes | 172 |
Saki, for God's love, come and fill my glass | 1 |
Save the pursuit of faces like the moon | 71 |
Seest thou this little berry, this green pill? | 186 |
Shah, out of heaven came now this sudden song | 179 |
Shiraz, city of the heart | 126 |
Show us thy face, and at the same time say | 120 |
Song such as this hath need of no man's praise | x |
Strange heart, the way is open—yet thy feet | 162 |
The Abbot of the Wine-House for thy friend | 56 |
The days of distance and the nights apart | 91 |
The days go by, yet not a word you send | 67 |
The face of my Beloved is a rose | 74 |
The mercy of God, so long as there is day | 166 |
The Princess of the box-trees, she that vies | 148 |
The rose is not the rose unless thou see | 82 |
The Well-Beloved is very hard to please | 78 |
The winds of March blow up the clouds of spring | 105 |
This house hath been a fairy's dwelling-place | 101 |
This moment on the air strange sweetness came | 136 |
Thrice holy night! O hallowed rising moon! | 21 |
Time was your doorstep was my dwelling-place | 87 |
'T is an unstable world: all fades and glides | 23 |
Two gallons of old wine, and two old friends | 164 |
What a musician is that rascal Love! | 112 |
What ails thee, Saki? Wine, for God's love, bring! | 158 |
What ails the times? Is friendship then no more | 97 |
What hast thou done! Thrown thus thy virgin shame | 160 |
Whenever I of the Beloved sing | 138 |
When thus I sit with roses in my breast | 25 |
Whose is yon candle of beauty? | 37 |
Who shall interpret the Beloved's hair? | 58 |
Wind of the East, pass by my Loved One's door | 118 |
With last night's wine still singing in my head | 156 |
Without a sign she went away | 54 |
Without your cheek, black night is every day | 43 |
Wouldst know what fortune is? Fortune for me | 146 |
You little Turk of Shiraz-town | 8 |
Zahid, I beg you, leave my sins alone | 41 |