The waves are wild, the whirlpool dreadful, the shadow of the night steals o’er,
How can my fate excite compassion in the light-burdened of the shore?
Each action of my froward spirit has won me an opprobrious name;
Can any one conceal the secret which the assembled crowds proclaim?
If Joy be thy desire, O Hafiz,
From Him far distant never dwell.
“As soon as thou hast found thy Loved one,
Bid to the world a last farewell.”