Sun, my beloved

O sun, when will you shine,
your warm days down,
o God! If my beloved were in my arms,
and I in my home town again.

 

o my coffee

O coffee-bearer brighten my cup with the coffee
Delicious beverage, for God’s friends
O soothsayer, say good fortune is now mine
The face of my Beloved is reflected in my little shinning cup
At the cozy little table made for the lovers of coffee
Little you know why with coffee, I always myself align.
O breeze if by chance you pass through friendly gardens
From me to my Beloved, please give a sign;
Ask why you choose to forget my name?
Hafiz,let a tear drop or two leave your eyes

Hafiz Shiraz, just playing with it!

weary

He’s weary as Hell
The confusion He’s feeling
Ain’t no tongue can tell
No poet can write

I dream

A day when peace rings from the south to the north of the country

A day of peace, kindness, equality and justice for all

A day when we are one people of one land

A day when foreigners can’t divide and rule us

A day when we are all brothers of one nationA day when the blind man walks from south to north, free of dread

A day when everybody sleeps without scare of being killed, tortured or harassed More