{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/pdh/pdh22.htm","path":"isl/pdh/pdh22.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/pdh/pdh22.htm","text":"Poems from the Divan of Hafiz, by Getrude Lowthian Bell, [1897]\nFROM out the street of So-and-So,\n Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me\n For I am sick and pale with woe;\n Oh bring me rest from misery!\n The dust that lies before her door,\n Love's long desired elixir, pour\n Upon this wasted heart of mine\u2014\n Bring me a promise and a sign!\nBetween the ambush of mine eyes\n And my heart's fort there's enmity\u2014\n Her eye-brow's bow, the dart that flies,\n Beneath her lashes, bring to me!\n Sorrow and absence, glances cold,\n Before my time have made me old;\n A wine-cup from the hand of Youth\n Bring me for pity and for ruth!\nThen shall all unbelievers taste\n A draught or two of that same wine;\n But if they like it not, oh haste!\n And let joy's flowing cup be mine.\n Cup-bearer, seize to-day, nor wait\n Until to-morrow!\u2014or from Fate\n Some passport to felicity,\n Some written surety bring to me!\nMy heart threw back the veil of woe,\n Consoled by Hafiz melody:\n From out the street of So-and-So,\n Oh wind, bring perfumes sweet to me!","title":"Poems from the Divan of Hafiz: The Poems: XX. From out th...","type":"page"}