on writing

seriously, I remember when I was six
When writing came mysteriously and made me feel sixty
It understood me, and made my war-torn city heaven
I understood it as the new oppressed people’s weapon

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.

 

coffee-bearer

O coffee-bearer brighten my cup with the coffee
Delicious beverage, for God’s friends
O soothsayer, say good fortune is now mine
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?
O Jimale, let a tear drop or two leave your eyes
Hafiz of Shiraz, one of the finest poets from Persia

Sorrow

What does life give you in the end but sorrow
Why do love’s good and evil send but sorrow

I have only seen true companion – pain
And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow

Why does my beloved separate from I
and why do I receive not faith but sorrow

Why did we unite and then separate
and why Jimale receive not joy but sorrow

 

images

remix of Hafez

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

Obsessed!

You’ve got your peace,
but I’m in daze
You make me pine,
Never in midstream leave me,
How can I tell you how I suffer  More