Ralph Waldo Emerson: From Hafiz

From Hafiz

I said to heaven that glowed above, O hide yon sun-filled zone, Hide all the stars you boast; For, in the world of love And estimation true, The heaped-up harvest of the moon Is worth one barley-corn at most, The Pleiads' sheaf but two.    If my darling should depart, And search the skies for prouder friends, God forbid my angry heart In other love should seek amends.  When the blue horizon's hoop Me a little pinches here, Instant to my grave I stoop, And go find thee in the sphere.