Hazrat Khwaja Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz -e- Shirazi r.a – c. 1320 to 1389, Translations by Daniel Ladinsky Mazaar Location: IRAN/ Shiraz
All the Hemispheres
Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadow and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.
Make a new watermark
on your excitement And love.
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
And giving Upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator In your heart.
Greet Yourself In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel Back home.
All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire Chatting
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of You.
It Felt Love
How Did the rose Ever open its heart
And give to this world All its Beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its Being, Otherwise,
We all remain Too Frightened.
The Day Sky
Let us be like Two falling stars in the day sky.
Let no one know of our sublime beauty
As we hold hands with God
And burn Into a sacred existence
that defies That surpasses
Every description of ecstasy And love.
The moon came to me last night With a sweet question.
She said, “The sun has been my faithful lover For millions of years.
Whenever I offer my body to him Brilliant light pours from his heart. T
housands then notice my happiness And delight in pointing Toward my beauty.
Hafiz, Is it true that our destiny Is to turn into Light Itself?” And I replied,
Dear moon, Now that your love is maturing,
We need to sit together Close like this more often
So I might instruct you How to become Who you Are!
The Subject Tonight is Love
The subject tonight is Love And for tomorrow night as well,
As a matter of fact I know of no better topic
For us to discuss Until we all Die!
A Suspended Blue Ocean
The sky Is a suspended blue ocean. The stars are the fish
That swim. The planets are the white whales
I sometimes hitch a ride on, And the sun and all light
Have forever fused themselves Into my heart and upon
My skin. There is only one rule
On this Wild Playground, For every sign Hafiz has ever seen
Reads the same. They all say, “Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,
In the Beloved’s Divine
Game, O, in the Beloved’s
Once a man came to me and spoke for hours about
“His great visions of God” he felt he was having. He asked me for confirmation, saying,
“Are these wondrous dreams true?” I replied, “How many goats do you have?” He looked surprised and said,
“I am speaking of sublime visions
And you ask
About goats!” And I spoke again saying,
“Yes, brother – how many do you have?” “Well, Hafiz, I have sixty-two.” “And how many wives?”
Again he looked surprised, then said,
“Four.” “How many rose bushes in your garden,
How many children,
Are your parents still alive,
Do you feed the birds in winter?” And to all he answered. Then I said,
“You asked me if I thought your visions were true,
I would say that they were if they make you become
More human, More kind to every creature and plant
That you know.”
And For No Reason
And For no reason I start skipping like a child. And For no reason I turn into a leaf That is carried so high I kiss the Sun’s mouth And dissolve. And For no reason A thousand birds Choose my head for a conference table, Start passing their Cups of wine And their wild songbooks all around. And For every reason in existence I begin to eternally, To eternally laugh and love! When I turn into a leaf And start dancing, I run to kiss our beautiful Friend And I dissolve in the Truth That I Am.
The small man Builds cages for everyone He Knows. While the sage, Who has to duck his head When the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the Beautiful Rowdy Prisoners.
It Is not easy To stop thinking ill Of others. Usually one must enter into a friendship With a person Who has accomplished that great feat himself Then Something Might start to rub off on you Of that True Elegance.
If You Don’t Stop That
I used to live in A cramped house with confusion
And pain. But then I met the Friend
And started getting drunk
And singing all
Night. Confusion and Pain
Started acting nasty,
With talk like this, “If you don’t stop ‘that’ -
All that fun – We’re
The fish needs to say, “Something ain’t right about this
Camel ride – And I’m
Feeling so damn Thirsty.”
These Beautiful Love Games
Young lovers wisely say, “Let’s try it from this angle,
Maybe something marvelous will happen, Maybe three suns and two moons
Will roll out
From a hiding place in the body
Our passion has yet to ignite.” Old lovers say,
“We can do it one more time,
How about from this longitude
And latitude – Swinging from a rope tied to the ceiling, Maybe a part of God
Is still hiding in a corner of your heart
Our devotion has yet to reveal.” Bottom line: Do not stop playing
I Want Both Of Us
I want both of us
To start talking about this great love As if you, I, and the Sun were all married
And living in a tiny room, Helping each other to cook,
Do the wash,
Weave and sew,
Care for our beautiful
Animals. We all leave each morning
To labor on the earth’s field.
No one does not lift a great pack. I want both of us to start singing like two
About this extraordinary existence
We share, As if
You, I, and God were all married And living in
Like Passionate Lips
So many positions of Love:
Each curve on a branch, the thousand different ways
Your eyes can embrace us, The infinite shapes your
Mind can draw, The spring
Orchestra of scents, The currents of light combusting
Like passionate lips, The revolution of Existence’s skirt
Whose folds contain other worlds, Your every sign that falls against
Imagination Does Not Exist
You should come close to me tonight wayfarer
For I will be celebrating you. Your beauty still causes me madness,
Keeps the neighbours complaining
When I start shouting in the middle of the night
Because I can’t bear all this joy. I will be giving birth to suns.
I will be holding forests upside down
Gently shaking soft animals from trees and burrows
Into my lap. What you conceive as imagination
Does not exist for me. Whatever you can do in a dream
Or on your mind-canvas My hands can pull – alive – from my coat pocket. But let’s not talk about my divine world. For what I most want to know
Tonight is: All about