"When Hafiz sings, the angels hearken,
and Anaitis, the leader of the starry host,
calls even the Messiah in heaven out to the
dance."
"No one has unveiled thoughts like Hafiz,
since the locks of the Word-bride were first
curled."
"Only he despises the verse of Hafiz who
is not himself by nature noble."
But we must try to give some of these poetic flourishes the metrical
form which they seem to require:--
"Fit for the Pleiads' azure chord
The songs I sung, the pearls I bored."