Poem

 1 IV    |       Lips where the salt of wit doth lie,~Sweets shall be mingled
 2 IX    |        cannot perish whose heart doth hold~The life love breathes-though
 3 XI    |         Kausar's wine,~And Hafiz doth an earthly cup prefer--~
 4 XVII  |       yearns--in the mosque Love doth dwell~And the church, for
 5 XXII  |        heart, oh Hafiz, despised doth lie,~Not worthy thy love
 6 XXIII | nightingale his own life's blood doth shed,~When, to the kisses
 7 XXV   |       Spring with soft warm feet doth wend.~The Day of Hope, hid
 8 XXVIII|         thy love was writ, which doth enhance~All happiness? or
 9 XXIX  |       the unstable house of Life doth roar,~Weep not, oh heart,
10 XXXII |          the patient nightingale doth rest:~"Oh Rose!" he cries, "
11 XXXIII|          the dusk until the dawn doth break,~My consolation is
12 XL    |          dark when the kind moon doth shine,~And grass-grown river-banks