If I find the dust under Belov...

If I find the dust under Beloved's feet

Use as eye-liners, draw a line, neat & discreet.

In your scent I have drowned, yet I have hope

Waves of my tears shall float my fleet.

Butterfly of my soul, Beloved seeks

Once finds that candle, joyously burns by its heat.

Think of me today, turn not away

Else tonight in pain, my prayers I repeat.

Beauty of your hair consoles every lover

Yet with their calmness, my calm defeat.

O breeze, bring me a scent of that wine

One whiff, my drunken state will treat.

If my friend's deceptions don't break my heart

Her every breath my spirit will replete.

Don't try to shed my dust from your clothes

From now on, even the wind, it shall cheat.

Hafiz, her sweet lips are my soul's seat

I live for the moment when soul and lips meet.