It is a blessed day when those who suffer
elevate their souls and journey to the Friend.A stranger might lead you in the wrong path,
but the scent of the Beloved's hair is my true guide.I feel depressed in the jail of Alexander,
So I'll pack up and sail to the kingdom of Solomon.Soft as the warm wind, but with a passionate heart,
I'll travel toward the Beloved.If I end up losing my head for His love,
Then I'll make this choice, with sore heart and teary eyes.I swore to go happily to the Tavern,
If I could just be free of worries for one day.I whirl around Him like an atom, dancing.
I ascend to the Sun; to glimpse at Allah.If like Hafiz, you one day get lost,
You'd best follow the light of His guidance.
