Fal e Hafez, Ghazal 450

For a long time, has left me with concerns
Embraces strangers, yet lovers he spurns.
Not even upon my state had a glance
In this way, praise of the wise ones he earns.
Better to keep his arm in his sleeve
Hearts of the gifted artists, his hand churns.
Neither rose nor nightingale are spared the pain of love
One rends its garment, other crying, yearns.
He who seeks obedience in colorful & patched robes
His graceful eye, upon the ignorant turns.
He is the apple of my eyes, light of my soul
When tired me approaches him, he returns.
Jewels of the Holy Grail come from an unworldly mine
Why then beg for the potters’ clay to make these urns?
O heart, O wise Master, experienced in love
Why then seek love from apprentices & interns?
You must pay for this your last pot of gold
Why beg this thief that gold & silver returns?
Insanity & madness, admittedly are my sins
Lover is enslaved to love, for love burns.
Spend your days free from blame & concerns
Expect naught from temporal world, Hafiz learns.