In The Market where the gamesters

In The Market where the gamesters
Sit and drink the drums are loud;
Oyez!--all ye who are quartered
Cavalierly with Love’s crowd!

Just a day or two ago ’twas
That the Vine’s wild laughter fled;
Help to find her! Gamesters! Lovers!
Too long has she rioted.

You will know her when you see her,
Gemmed with rubies is her gown,
Pearls from Pleasure’s foaming ocean
Clasp her forehead like a crown.

Oyez!--Gamesters! Lovers! Find her!
She’s so perilous, so fair,
She robs men of mind and senses,
Search well for her--but--beware!

Whoe’er brings her back--the wanton,--
On him I’ll spend my soul’s sweet.
In Hell should he find her hiding
I will kneel there at her feet.

Somewhere in the black night is she--
Rosy sprite from Pleasure’s Mart--
Find her! Not again she’ll wander,
She shall dwell in Hafiz’ heart.