RETURN! that to a heart wounded full sore <br />Valiance and strength may enter in; return! <br />And Life shall pause at the deserted door, <br />The cold dead body breathe again and burn. <br />Oh come! and touch mine eyes, of thy sweet grace, <br />For I am blind to all but to thy face. <br />Open the gates and bid me see once more! <br /> <br />Like to a cruel Ethiopian band, <br />Sorrow despoiled the kingdom of my heart <br />Return! glad Lord of Rome, and free the land; <br />Before thine arms the foe shall break and part. <br />See now, I hold a mirror to mine eyes, <br />And nought but thy reflection therein lies; <br />The glass speaks truth to them that understand. <br /> <br />Night is with child, hast thou not heard men say? <br />'Night is with child! what will she bring to birth?' <br />I sit and ask the stars when thou'rt away. <br />Oh come! and when the nightingale of mirth <br />Pipes in the Spring-awakened garden ground, <br />In Hafiz' heart shall ring a sweeter sound, <br />Diviner nightingales attune their lay.<br /><br />Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/return-that-to-a-heart/
