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Breeze of the North, thy news allays my fears: The hour of meeting with my Loved one nears.

Prospered by Heaven, O carrier pigeon, fly: Hail to thee, hail to thee, come nigh, come nigh!

How fares our Salmâ? What Zú Salam's state? Our neighbors there--are they unscathed by Fate?

The once gay banquet-hall is now devoid Of circling goblets, and of friends who joyed.

Perished the mansion with its lot serene: Interrogate the mounds where once 'twas seen.

The night of absence has now cast its shade: What freaks by Fancy's night-gang will be played?

He who has loved relates an endless tale: Here the most eloquent of tongues must fail.

My Turk's kind glances no one can obtain: Alas, this pride, this coldness, this disdain!

In perfect beauty did thy wish draw nigh: God guard thee from Kamál's malefic eye!

Háfiz, long will last Patience, love, and pain? Lovers wail is sweet: Do thou still complain.