Until your hair falls through the fingers of the breeze
My yearning heart lies torn apart with grief
Black as sorcery, your magic eyes
Render this existence an illusion
The dusky mole encircled by your curls
Is like the ink-drop falling in the curve of the jeem (ج)
And wafting tresses in the perfect garden of your face,
Drop like a peacock falling into paradise
My soul searches for the comfort of a glance
Light as the dust arising from your path
Unlike the dust, this earthly body stumbles,
Falling at your threshold, falling fast
Your shadow falls across my frame
Like the breath of Jesus over withered bones
And those who turn to the Ka’aba as their sanctuary
Now with the knowledge of your lips, tumble at the tavern door
O precious love, the suffering of your absence and lost Hafez
Fell and fused together with the ancient past
Oh on an early morning I think I shall live forever! I am wrapped in my joyful flesh As the grass is wrapped in its clouds of green.
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Rising from a bed where I dreamt Of long rides past castles and hot coals The sun lies happily on my knees; I have suffered and survived the night Bathed in dark water like any blade of grass.
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The strong leaves of the box-elder tree Plunging in the wind call us to disappear Into the wilds of the universe Where we shall sit at the foot of a plant And live forever like the dust.
ای روز برا که ذره ها رقص کنند آن کس که از او چرخ و هوا رقص کنند جانها ز خوشی بی سر و پا رقص کنند در گوش تو گویم که کجا رقص کنند هر ذره که در هوا یا در هامون است نیکو نگرش که همچو ما مفتون است هر ذره اگر خوش است اگر محذون است سرگشته خورشید خوش بی چون است
O’ day, arise!
Shine your light, the atoms are dancing.
Thanks to Him the universe is dancing.
overcome with ecstasy,
Free from body and mind
I’ll whisper in your ear where their dance is leading them.
All the atoms in the air and in the desert are dancing,
puzzled and drunken to the ray of light,
they seem insane.
All these atoms are not so different than we are,
happy or miserable,
perplexed and bewildered,
we are all beings in the ray of light from the beloved,
My yearning heart lies torn apart with grief
Black as sorcery, your magic eyes
Render this existence an illusion
The dusky mole encircled by your curls
Is like the ink-drop falling in the curve of the jeem (ج)
And wafting tresses in the perfect garden of your face,
Drop like a peacock falling into paradise
My soul searches for the comfort of a glance
Light as the dust arising from your path
Unlike the dust, this earthly body stumbles,
Falling at your threshold, falling fast
Your shadow falls across my frame
Like the breath of Jesus over withered bones
And those who turn to the Ka’aba as their sanctuary
Now with the knowledge of your lips, tumble at the tavern door
O precious love, the suffering of your absence and lost Hafez
Fell and fused together with the ancient past