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| Once again my
beloved sought me and found Joyously in the marketplace sought me and found. I hid myself, at my feet that drunken rose, rose from the ground I escaped the House of Wine, sought me and found. How wondrous that so doggedly would hound What luck that such swindling lock sought me and found. Who would find me if with crowds myself surround? Knower of crowded secrets sought me and found. I have left a bloody trail; just look around And the one on my trail sought me and found. Run away to what avail, deathward bound Why hide, a thousand times sought me and found. I pulled the thorn from my side, yet one more round That oak towering flowerbeds sought me and found. Like a pearl at the bottom of ocean, drowned Pearl diver, with a string sought me and found. Shams-e Tabriz with piercing eyes and no sound In the light of insight sought me and found. |