Hey Nightingale!
Feel sorry and cry for me,
there's nothing else to do.Pour the wine!
I'm not proud of my wine-stained cloak;
but the Priests aren't sober, they're drunk on pride.To the brutish-lovers, you give no pain;
only us free-thinkers would want to be bound like
that.Pure Love comes from a divine source;
not from ruby-lips and pretty figures.Beauty isn't in the eyes, the hair, the skin, the face;
There's many secrets there, but Baraka isn't one of them.The fine silk robes of the ignorant
aren't worth a penny in the Kingdom of Truth.Its nearly impossible to reach you;
its hard to climb that high in the sky.Hafiz: don't pester the Beloved with moaning,
Limitless Bliss comes to those who do not bother.
