Brother believers,
whatever shall we do?
The priest left the mosque
for the tavern yesterday!How can the believers
turn to Mecca to pray?
When our Mullah
turns to the tavern instead?!The joy of the Beloved is insane,
we are madmen
trapped in the curls of her hair.It was written
that we would find this life
All is written,
and our lives prove this.The face of the beloved is grace,
When I see it,
I can see nothing but beauty around me.Does the fire of my sighs
And the flame of the beloved's shadow in me
Affect your stony hearts?
I had wondered if it might!Hafiz, your sighs are darts that pierce
time and space!
How can anything stand against such power?
