Ode 100

WITHOUT a sign she went away;

Weary she seemed of us—put on

Her garments hurriedly, took up

Her burdens, and was gone.

Gone is she, yet no single kiss

Upon her red lips did I lay,

Looked such a little on her face—

And she has gone away.

I strive by many a magic charm

To bring her back; yea, I rehearse

The Koran's wizard chapters, I

Blow upon every verse.

“Never,” said she, “will I forsake

My friend and my companion”;

True love I gave her—in exchange

Secretly is she gone.

“Who loveth me himself must lose”;

So many a time to me she spake;

Thus not alone I lose myself,

But her too—for her sake.

Proudly she walked the meadows green,

A newly opened rose her face;

Alas! 't was never mine to walk

The meadows of her grace.

Yea, HAFIZ, 't was not even thine

Her parting face to look upon,

Nor might thou say farewell to her;

And, HAFIZ, she is gone.