{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/pdh/pdh15.htm","path":"isl/pdh/pdh15.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/pdh/pdh15.htm","text":"Poems from the Divan of Hafiz, by Getrude Lowthian Bell, [1897]\nLADY that hast my heart within thy hand,\n Thou heed\u2019st me not; and if thou turn thine ear\n Unto the wise, thou shalt not understand\u2014\n Behold the fault is thine, our words were clear.\n For all the tumult in my drunken brain\n Praise God! who trieth not His slave in vain;\n Nor this world nor the next shall make me fear!\nMy weary heart eternal silence keeps\u2014\n I know not who has slipped into my heart;\n Though I am silent, one within me weeps.\n My soul shall rend the painted veil apart.\n Where art thou, Minstrel! touch thy saddest strings\n Till clothed in music such as sorrow sings,\n My mournful story from thy zither sweeps.\nLo, not at any time I lent mine ear\n To hearken to the glories of the earth;\n Only thy beauty to mine eyes was dear.\n Sleep has forsaken me, and from the birth\n Of night till day I weave bright dreams of thee;\n Drunk with a hundred nights of revelry,\n Where is the tavern that sets forth such cheer!\nMy heart, sad hermit, stains the cloister floor\n With drops of blood, the sweat of anguish dire;\n Ah, wash me clean, and o'er my body pour\n Love's generous wine! the worshippers of fire\n Have bowed them down and magnified my name,\n For in my heart there burns a living flame,\n Transpiercing Death's impenetrable door.\nWhat instrument through last night's silence rang?\n My life into his lay the minstrel wove,\n And filled my brain with the sweet song he sang.\n It was the proclamation of thy love\n That shook the strings of Life's most secret lyre,\n And still my breast heaves with last night's desire,\n For countless echoes from that music sprang.\nAnd ever, since the time that Hafiz heard\n His Lady's voice, as from a rocky hill\n Reverberates the softly spoken word,\n So echoes of desire his bosom fill.","title":"Poems from the Divan of Hafiz: The Poems: XIII. Lady that hast my heart within thy hand","type":"page"}