<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518320" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lady That Hast my Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LADY that hast my heart within thy hand,<br>Thou heed'st me not; and if thou turn thine ear<br>Unto the wise, thou shalt not understand--<br>Behold the fault is thine, our words were clear.<br>For all the tumult in my drunken brain<br>Praise God! who trieth not His slave in vain;<br>Nor this world nor the next shall make me fear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My weary heart eternal silence keeps--<br>I know not who has slipped into my heart;<br>Though I am silent, one within me weeps.<br>My soul shall rend the painted veil apart.<br>Where art thou, Minstrel! touch thy saddest strings<br>Till clothed in music such as sorrow sings,<br>My mournful story from thy zither sweeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, not at any time I lent mine ear<br>To hearken to the glories of the earth;<br>Only thy beauty to mine eyes was dear.<br>Sleep has forsaken me, and from the birth<br>Of night till day I weave bright dreams of thee;<br>Drunk with a hundred nights of revelry,<br>Where is the tavern that sets forth such cheer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart, sad hermit, stains the cloister floor<br>With drops of blood, the sweat of anguish dire;<br>Ah, wash me clean, and o'er my body pour<br>Love's generous wine! the worshippers of fire<br>Have bowed them down and magnified my name,<br>For in my heart there burns a living flame,<br>Transpiercing Death's impenetrable door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What instrument through last night's silence rang?<br>My life into his lay the minstrel wove,<br>And filled my brain with the sweet song he sang.<br>It was the proclamation of thy love<br>That shook the strings of Life's most secret lyre,<br>And still my breast heaves with last night's desire,<br>For countless echoes from that music sprang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever, since the time that Hafiz heard<br>His Lady's voice, as from a rocky hill<br>Reverberates the softly spoken word,<br>So echoes of desire his bosom fill.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518320" data-title="Lady That Hast my Heart de Shams al-Din Hafiz" data-description="LADY that hast my heart within thy hand, Thou heed'st me not; and if thou turn thine ear Unto the wise, thou shalt not understand-- Behold the fault is thine, our words were clear. For all the tumult in my drunken brain Praise God! who trieth not ..."></div> </div> </div>

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