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    Hafiz in London
    Hafiz in London
    Hafiz in London
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    Hafiz in London

    By Justin H. McCarthy

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    Hafiz in London' is an incredible collection of the most cherished poetry by Irish author, historian, and nationalist politician Justin H. McCarthy. He brilliantly expressed his thoughts in these verses throughout the collection, taking the readers on a fascinating journey to the world of poetry. It features Hafiz in London, Memory, Eld, Long Ago and many other interesting poems.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateJul 20, 2022
    ISBN8596547093237
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      Hafiz in London - Justin H. McCarthy

      Justin H. McCarthy

      Hafiz in London

      EAN 8596547093237

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      MEMORY.

      ELD.

      LONG AGO.

      VANITY.

      KAIF.

      YOU AND I.

      CONSOLATION.

      LOTUS.

      PHILOSOPHY FOR OTHERS.

      WISDOM.

      RENUNCIATION.

      AFTER RHAMAZAN.

      LONELY.

      COURAGE.

      VINE-VISIONS.

      A DREAM.

      ATTAR OF LOVE.

      VAULTING AMBITION.

      A NIGHT-PIECE.

      FALLEN ANGELS.

      PRAISE OF WINE.

      HAROUN ER-RASHEED’S POET.

      GHAZEL.

      THE GRAVE OF OMAR-I-KHAYYAM.

      OMAR ANSWERS.

      For not alone by Rukni’s flow

      The ruddy Persian roses grow.

      Not only ’neath the cypress groves,

      With soul on fire the singer roves,

      And tells the laughing stars his loves.

      Here in this city—where I brood

      Beside the river’s darkling flood,

      And feed the fever in my blood

      With Eastern fancies quaintly traced

      On yellow parchment, half effaced

      In verses subtly interlaced—

      Men eat and drink, men love and die,

      Beneath this leaden London sky,

      As eastward where the hoopoos fly,

      And through the tranquil evening air

      A muezzin from the turret stair

      Summons all faithful souls to prayer.

      And we who drink the Saki’s wine

      Believe its juice no less divine

      Than filled, Hafiz, that cup of thine.

      Master and most benign of shades,

      Before thy gracious phantom fades

      To Mosellay’s enchanted glades,

      Breathe on my lips, and o’er my brain

      Some comfort for thy child, whose pain

      Strives as you strove, but strives in vain.

      When sundown sets the world on fire,

      The music of the Master’s lyre

      Deadens the ache of keen desire.

      Reading this painted Persian page,

      Where, half a lover, half a sage,

      You built your heart a golden cage,

      My fancy, skimming southern seas,

      Wanders at twilight where the breeze

      Flutters the dark pomegranate trees.

      We all are sultans in our dreams

      Of gardens where

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