My fantasy of thy vision, my i...

My fantasy of thy vision, my inner sight takes a peek

None like thee could anyone ever draw or speak.

Although in thy pursuit I ride the Northern wind

Left behind in your dust, however I try and seek.

Gave up hope of union, at least in this lifetime

Let go of heart’s desires, wanting to kiss thy cheek.

For thy life-giving spring, many tears I shed

And to thy wine-bearer, I paid the price at its peak.

In thy love, cupid’s arrows pierced my heart

Somber, laden on the path, I was the only freak.

O morning breeze, bring the aroma of His house

For in that aroma, my bleeding heart will reek.

Your sin was to enchant the heart of every man

Now I am the wild doe, from men heading for the creek.

That aromatic breeze coming from His house

My heart rent, and then left a bloody streak.

Upon whatever you touch and Hafiz’s sight, he swears

Without Thy face, all sights remain dark and bleak.