O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips <br />Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships. <br />With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks <br />The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips. <br />In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast <br />Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips. <br />With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips <br />Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips. <br />The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool <br />How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships. <br />I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute <br />How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips? <br />If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse? <br />Stick to the One you know, let go of imaginary trips. <br /> <br />© Shahriar Shahriari <br />Los Angeles, Ca <br />April 9, 1999<br /><br />Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghazal-01/
