Poems from the
Divan of Hafiz
Gertrude Lowthian Bell (1928)
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