The Days of Spring
The days of Spring are here! the eglantine,
Hafez
Translated by Gertrude Lowthian Bell
The rose,the tulip from the dust have risen--
And thou,why liest thou beneath the dust?
Like the full clouds of Spring,these eyes of mine
Shall scatter tears upon the grave thy prison,
Till thou from the earth thine head shalt thrust.
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