If I go after them they raise disturbances

And if I sit from seeking they rise with hatred

And if in passing for one moment from faithfulness

Like dust I fall after them like wind they flee

And if I seek half a kiss hundred regrets

From box of their mouth like sugar pours down

That deceit I see in your narcissus

Much honor that mixes with path's dust

Up and down of love's desert is affliction's trap

Where is lion-heart who doesn't avoid affliction

You ask for life and patience for magic-playing wheel

Raises thousand games stranger than this

On submission's threshold lay head Hafez

For if you make strife time will strive