 Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes...  The Dīvān - Page 43by Ḥāfiẓ - 1891 - 1011 pagesFull view - About this book
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...Tartars seize their destin'd prey. ' A vicite,l rtiby is a common periphrasis for wine, in the Persian In vain with love our bosoms glow; Can all our tears,...roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dyes. Require the borrow'd gloss of art? Speak not of fate — ah! change the theme, And talk of odours,... | |
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...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow; Can all our tears,...living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest die», Require the borrowed gloss of art? Speak not of fate — ah! change the theme, And talk of odours,... | |
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...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow ; Can all our tears,...roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours,... | |
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