present with love to ashley
from Iranian Poet ( HAFEZ century 14 )

o breeze! if thy path should chance by the land of the friend
bring a fragrant waft of air from the beperfumed tress of the friend
by this soul that , in thanks, i will surrender my life
if thou bring to me a message from the friend
and , if, even so , in that presence, no access be thine
bring a little dust for my eye from the door of the friend
i the beggar, where? the longing desire for union with him , where? alas!
perchance,in sleep,i may behold the from of the aspect of the friend
my pine cone-like heart is trembling like the willow
in envy of the from and the pin-like stature of the friend
Although, the friend purchase us not for even a small thing,
for a whole world, we sell not a single haire from the head of the friend
if his heart be free from the bond of grieft, what then?
when poor hafez is the slave and servant of the friend