All my life each day I’ve been walking in search
and each moment made entreaty of reputation.
Without the waxing light of my love, how to pass the days?
I set a snare on the path, and place a bird inside it.
Where are Aurang and Golchere- image of faithful love?
And now, I make my best move to be a lover?
I know this coughing blood day and night
will bring to an end my grief and colorful story.
That I might have news of the slender cypress
all about I shout with love at graceful motion.
Although a quiet heart does not grant heart’s desire,
I draw fancy’s picture and hope for lasting augury.
Although absent from him and, like Hafez, down on wine,
among the spiritual I have a glass from time to time.
Notes: Regarding “reputation”: according to Meher Baba,
“Hafez was very ugly and born of poor parents. His father
was a coal merchant. Hafez, too, was a coal merchant and
very black with soot.” Lord Meher, 6138
Yet Hafez was guided by the star of his genius to become
the greatest poet in the Persian language!
