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  1. Xliii
  2. Xlii
  3. Xl
  4. Xxxix
  5. Xxxvii
  6. Xxxvi
  7. Xxxv
  8. Xxxiv
  9. Xxxii
  10. Xxxi
  11. Xxx
  12. Xxix
  13. Xxviii
  14. Xxvi
  15. Xxv
  16. Xxiv
  17. Xxiii
  18. Xxi
  19. Xix
  20. Xviii
  21. Xvii
  22. Xvi
  23. Xv
  24. Xiv
  25. Xi
  26. X
  27. Ix
  28. Viii
  29. Vii
  30. V
  31. Iv
  32. Iii
  33. Ii
  34. I
  35. Notes on the Poems
  36. XLIII. Where are the tidings of union? that I may arise
  37. XLII. True love has vanished from every heart
  38. XLI. The days of Spring are here! the eglantine
  39. XL. The margin of a stream, the willow's shade
  40. XXXIX. Cypress and Tulip and sweet Eglantine
  41. XXXVIII. I cease not from desire till my desire
  42. XXXVII. Arise! and fill a golden goblet up
  43. XXXVI. Beloved, who has bid thee ask no more
  44. XXXV. Forget not when dear friend to friend returned
  45. XXXIV. Last night I dreamed that angels stood without
  46. XXXIII. The jewel of the secret treasury
  47. XXXII. Upon a branch of the straight cypress-tree
  48. XXXI. The breath of Dawn's musk-strewing wind shall blow
  49. XXX. All hail, Shiraz, hail! oh site without peer!
  50. XXIX. From Canaan Joseph shall return, whose face
  51. XXVIII. Hast thou forgotten when thy stolen glance
  52. XXVII. My friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled
  53. XXVI. The secret draught of wine and love repressed
  54. XXV. The days of absence and the bitter nights
  55. XXIV. Not one is filled with madness like to mine
  56. XXIII. My lady, that did change this house of mine
  57. XXII. The rose is not fair without the beloved's face
  58. XXI. Not all the sum of earthly happiness
  59. XX. From out the street of So-and-So
  60. XIX. What drunkenness is this that brings me hope
  61. XVIII. Slaves of thy shining eyes are even those
  62. XVII. Lay not reproach at the drunkard's door
  63. XVI. What is wrought in the forge of the living and life
  64. XV. Return! that to a heart wounded full sore
  65. XIV. The nightingale with drops of his heart's blood
  66. XIII. Lady that hast my heart within thy hand
  67. XII. Where is my ruined life, and where the fame of noble deeds?
  68. XI. Mirth, Spring, to linger in a garden fair
  69. X. Singer, sweet Singer, fresh notes strew
  70. IX. Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire
  71. VIII. The rose has flushed red, the bud has burst
  72. VII. From the garden of Heaven a western breeze
  73. VI. A flower-tinted cheek, the flowery close
  74. V. Oh Turkish maid of Shiraz! in thy hand
  75. IV. Sleep on thine eyes, bright as narcissus flowers
  76. III. Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the day
  77. II. The bird of gardens sang unto the rose
  78. I. Arise, oh Cup-bearer, rise! and bring
  79. Introduction
  80. To Hafiz of Shiraz
  81. Title Page