“That moon, which the sky ne’er saw even in dreams, has returned And brought a fire no water can quench. See the body’ s house, and see my. soul, This made drunken and that desolate by the cup of his love. When the host of the tavern became my heart-mate, My blood turned to wine and my heart to kabab. When the eye is filled with thought of him, a voice arrives : W ell done, O flagon, and bravo, wine! Love’s fingers tear up, root and stem, Every house where sunbeams fall from love. When my heart saw love’s sea, of a sudden It left me and leaped in, crying, , Find me.’ The face of Shamsi Din, Tabriz’s glory, is the sun In whose track the cloud-like hearts are moving”
