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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518318" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Here will I take my rest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My lady, that did change this house of mine<br>Into a heaven when that she dwelt therein,<br>From head to foot an angel's grace divine<br>Enwrapped her; pure she was, spotless of sin;<br>Fair as the moon her countenance, and wise;<br>Lords of the kind and tender glance, her eyes<br>With an abounding loveliness did shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then said my heart: Here will I take my rest!<br>This city breathes her love in every part.<br>But to a distant bourne was she addressed,<br>Alas! he knew it not, alas, poor heart!<br>The influence of some cold malignant star<br>Has loosed my hand that held her, lone and far<br>She joumeyeth that lay upon my breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not only did she lift my bosom's veil,<br>Reveal its inmost secret, but her grace<br>Drew back the curtain from Heaven's mansions pale,<br>And gave her there an eternal dwelling-place.<br>The flower-strewn river lip and meadows fair,<br>The rose herself but fleeting treasures were,<br>Regret and Winter follow in their trail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear were the days which perished with my friend--<br>Ah, what is left of life, now she is dead,<br>All wisdomless and profitless I spend!<br>The nightingale his own life's blood doth shed,<br>When, to the kisses of the wind, the morn<br>Unveils the rose's splendour-with his torn<br>And jealous breast he dyes her petals red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet pardon her, oh Heart, for poor wert thou,<br>A humble dervish on the dusty way;<br>Crowned with the crown of empire was her brow,<br>And in the realms of beauty she bore sway.<br>But all the joy that Hafiz' hand might hold,<br>Lay in the beads that morn and eve he told,<br>Worn with God's praise; and see! he holds it now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shams+al-Din+Hafiz">Shams al-Din Hafiz</a><div class=q>
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Into a heaven when that she dwelt therein,
From head to foot an angel's grace divine
Enwrapped her; pure she was, spotless of sin;
Fair as the moon her countenance, and wise;
Lords of the kind and tender..."></div>
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