Fal Hafez

Poem Number 112

Whoever, to your face, such ch...

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The ghazal

Whoever, to your face, such cheerful colors gave

Patience and serenity for poor me can also save

Whoever trained your hair so arrogantly to behave

His grace, such injustice for poor me can also waive.

I gave up my desires on the first day when

Beloved took my heart's rein and made me her slave.

If there's no golden treasure, at least satisfied I remain

He who gave that to the king, made this the lot of the knave.

This world, just like a bride, in appearance is glorified

He who gave his life to this, has only dug his own grave.

From now on, I spend my time in nature with rivers & trees

While the breeze, of time of spring, would rant and rave.

Hafiz's heart was brave, rode hardships wave after wave

Though separations deprave, the King as our healer gave.

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