When my Beloved the cup in hand taketh
The market of lovely ones slack demand taketh.
Every one saith, who her tipsy eye seëth
"Where is a shrieve, that this fair firebrand taketh?"
I, like a fish, in the ocean am fallen,
Till me with the hook yonder Friend to land taketh.
Lo, at her feet in lament am I fallen,
Till the Beloved me by the hand taketh.
Happy his heart who, like Hafiz, a goblet
Of wine of the Prime Fore-eternal's brand taketh.
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