Of that dear day when first we met--Oh! Heart’s Delight,--

Of that dear day when first we met--Oh! Heart’s Delight,--
Sometimes--pray--think!
Of that dear day fading so soft to night--
Sometimes--pray--think!

Oh, bitterer than gall is grief, crueller its sway;
Of the wild, wild joy of love’s old holiday
Sometimes--pray--think!

As others have--I know--you have forgot me too,
But that, Dear Heart, I broke all ties, all bonds for you--
Sometimes--pray--think!

And though a prisoner now by sad misfortune bound,
That graven upon my heart your dear, dear name is found--
Sometimes--pray--think!

I am dissolved in tears. I can do naught but sigh;
Of Ispahan--and streams that sang so sweetly by--
Sometimes--pray--think!

And though with grief your heart like mine be broken too,
Of all the old love-days that we together knew--
Sometimes--pray--think!

Be locked forever now, Hafiz, the sad heart’s door;
And yet of her--of her you loved so well of yore--
Sometimes--pray--think!