I swear by all Hafiz's Truth,
that my morning prayers are devoted to you.My tears fall like Noah's storm,
but they do not wash away your Love.Purchase my wounded heart!
I will sell it at a bargain;
and you will see it is the purest
of any you could find.My heart:
don't demand that the Beloved's penetrating Grace come cheap,
For there to be Love, selfishness cannot exist.Just be True, because Truth makes your words shine.
Insincerity will darken the most beautiful of faces.I've wandered seeking through deserts and barren places,
but pity not my haunted heart.Hafiz, pretty lies are not your friend!
A garden with no life gives the gardener no work.
