{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/pdh/pdh05.htm","path":"isl/pdh/pdh05.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/pdh/pdh05.htm","text":"Poems from the Divan of Hafiz, by Getrude Lowthian Bell, [1897]\nWIND from the east, oh Lapwing of the day,\n I send thee to my Lady, though the way\n Is far to Saba, where I bid thee fly;\n Lest in the dust thy tameless wings should lie,\n Broken with grief, I send thee to thy nest,\n Fidelity.\nOr far or near there is no halting-place\n Upon Love's road-absent, I see thy face,\n And in thine car my wind-blown greetings sound,\n North winds and east waft them where they are bound,\n Each morn and eve convoys of greeting fair\n I send to thee.\nUnto mine eyes a stranger, thou that art\n A comrade ever-present to my heart,\n What whispered prayers and what full meed of praise\n I send to thee.\nLest Sorrow's army waste thy heart's domain,\n I send my life to bring thee peace again,\n Dear life thy ransom! From thy singers learn\n How one that longs for thee may weep and bum\n Sonnets and broken words, sweet notes and songs\n I send to thee.\nGive me the cup! a voice rings in mine cars\n Crying: \"Bear patiently the bitter years!\n For all thine ills, I send thee heavenly grace.\n God the Creator mirrored in thy face\n Thine eyes shall see, God's image in the glass\n I send to thee.\nHafiz, thy praise alone my comrades sing;\n Hasten to us, thou that art sorrowing!\n A robe of honour and a harnessed steed\n I send to thee.\"","title":"Poems from the Divan of Hafiz: The Poems: III. Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the day","type":"page"}