I am thirsty for thine eyes, Love,

I am thirsty for thine eyes, Love,
Hast thou no message for me,
That thy sun-born, paradise-dove
From the earth may be set free?

Love, I’m thirsty for thy sweet face!
If for it, Lord, I may live,
Both earth’s birthrights--time and space--
Back into thy hands I’ll give.

Let some glad cloud, golden-hearted,
Point the way of truth to me,
Ere--poor dust clod--I’ve departed
For some sad eternity.

Shouldst thou seek my low grave, Dear One,
Bring with thee both wine and song,
Let thy lips but whisper--“Come, come!”
Cold death can not hold me long.

Once again as in the old nights,
Clasp me close within thine arms,
Once again as in the old nights,
There I fear not doom’s alarms.

Let the dances’ trodden measure
Show thy naked youth’s slim grace--
Quick! Quick!--Grant Hafiz this pleasure
Ere he vanish back to space.