That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole, <br />I'll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole. <br />O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens <br />By running brooks, in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll. <br />Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns, these agitators of our town <br />Took the patience of my heart, like looting Turks take their toll. <br />Such unfinished love as ours, the Beloved has no need, <br />For the Perfect Beauty, frills and adornments play no role. <br />I came to know Joseph's goodness, that daily would increase <br />Even the chaste Mistress succumbed to the love she would extol. <br />Whether profane or even cursed, I'll reply only in praise <br />Sweetness of tongue and the lips, even bitterness would enthrall. <br />Heed the advice of the wise, make your most endeared goal, <br />The fortunate blessed youth, listen to the old wise soul. <br />Tell tales of song and wine, seek not secrets of the world, <br />None has found and no-one will, knowledge leaves this riddle whole. <br />You composed poems and sang, Hafiz, you spent your days well <br />Venus wedded to your songs, in the firmaments' inverted bowl. <br /> <br />© Shahriar Shahriari <br />Los Angeles, Ca <br />October 18, 1999<br /><br />Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghazal-03/
