Peace, one and all…
The wrecked heart has snared itself in your braided hair…
Slay it with a glance! A heart so trapped deserves it.
If you should give what our heart desires…
pour it into our hands, your gift is its own reward.
Such a rose doesn’t need exotic perfumes
but keeps a stash of fragrance deep in its pocket.
Ah, beloved, in the dark night alone
I burn myself up like a blazing candle.
I warned you songbird, at your first glimpse of love:
watch out! The rose stands alone and won’t be moved.
Forget the cheap lords of this passing world –
the treasure of your soul is a palace of its own.
Scorched to the core, Hafiz continues to flirt and tease
but in keeping the covenant he’s fidelity itself.