{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/pdh/pdh35.htm","path":"isl/pdh/pdh35.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/pdh/pdh35.htm","text":"Poems from the Divan of Hafiz, by Getrude Lowthian Bell, [1897]\nTHE jewel of the secret treasury\n Is still the same as once it was; the seal\n Upon Love's treasure casket, and the key,\n Are still what thieves can neither break nor steal;\n Still among lovers loyalty is found,\n And therefore faithful eyes still strew the ground\n With the same pearls that mine once strewed for thee.\nQuestion the wandering winds and thou shalt know\n That from the dusk until the dawn doth break,\n My consolation is that still they blow\n The perfume of thy curls across my cheek.\n A dart from thy bent brows has wounded me\u2014\n Ah, come! my heart still waiteth helplessly,\n Has waited ever, till thou heal its pain.\nIf seekers after rubies there were none,\n Still to the dark mines where the gems had lain\n Would pierce, as he was wont, the radiant sun,\n Setting the stones ablaze. Would'st hide the stain\n Of my heart's blood? Blood-red the ruby glows\n (And whence it came my wounded bosom knows)\n Upon thy lips to show what thou hast done.\nLet not thy curls waylay my pilgrim soul,\n As robbers use, and plunder me no more!\n Years join dead year, but thine extortionate rule\n Is still the same, merciless as before.\n Sing, Hafiz, sing again of eyes that weep!\n For still the fountain of our tears is deep\n As once it was, and still with tears is full.","title":"Poems from the Divan of Hafiz: The Poems: XXXIII. The jew...","type":"page"}