the wind in solomon’s hand ……hafez

don’t expect obedience, promise keeping, or rectitude

From me : I’m drunk, I’ve been famous for carrying

A wine pitcher around since the First Covenant with Adam

That very moment when i washed myself in the Spring

Of Love, that very moment i said, ” God is great ! ”

Four times over the world, as over a corpse.

Give me some wine so i can pass on news of the mystery

Of fate, and whose face it is with whom i have fallen

In Love, and whose fragrance has made me drunk.

The withers of a mountain are actually slimmer

Than the withers of an ant. Please, you wine lovers,

Don’t lose hope about the door of mercy being open.

Except for the nodding narcissus bloom – may no

Evil eye touch it – no creature has ever been

Really comfortable beneath this turquoise dome.

It’s alright for my soul to be sacrificed to your mouth, becuase

In the Garden of Contemplation, no bud has ever

Been created by the Gardener of the World sweeter than yours.

Purely because of his love for you, Hafez became

As rich as Solomon ; and from his longing for unioun with you,

Like Solomon, he has nothing but the wind in his hands.

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