For a long time my Beloved no ...

For a long time my Beloved no message sent

Didn’t write a greeting, and no word sent

I sent a hundred letters, yet that mounted King

Dispatched no messages, no greeting sent.

Towards the wild and mind-ridden me

No tame deer and no fine grouse sent

Knew that I, my hearts bind, would fly away

Yet from his vast stores, no trap sent.

Alas that sweet & joyful cup bearer

Knew that I was drunk, yet no cup sent.

Often I faked my standing in life

No news of a place for me was sent.

Hafiz be polite, there is no questioning

If the King no message to his subjects sent.