In the morning breeze, your sc...

In the morning breeze, your scent, whoever inhaled

A close friend these familiar words, in his ear hailed;

O King of Goodness, glance at this beggar’s state

Of beggars and kings this ear heard many tales, quite detailed.

With this aromatic wine, I satisfy my soul’s appetite

I’ve seen robe wearing priests that many deceptions trailed.

God’s secrets that the godly man silently kept

How in the world the wine-seller so clearly unveiled?

O God where is the one who knows and sees

To open up the secrets that in my heart are jailed.

It was not fair to punish my godly heart

With abuse, my heart bitterly cried and wailed.

If I was deprived in my longing, say naught

Kindness of fate from this hardship, none bailed.

Come bring me wine, my love cries out loud

Heard it from ourselves, whoever our tale detailed.

This is not the first time we covertly drink the wine

Master of the tavern caught us in the act each time we exhaled.

This is not a first for drinking to the song of the harp

Many turns the Wheel of Fate this familiar turn scaled.

Advice of the wise comes from a deep goodness within

Beside the one who understood, even heavenly bliss paled.

Hafiz in duty the ocean of prayer sailed

Regardless of if his prayer was granted or failed.