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