In the tavern of the Magi I se...

In the tavern of the Magi I see the bright light of Divine

O what a light, such a delight, how can it so brightly shine?

Stop showing off to me, O pilgrim of the House of God

In that place you see the house, while I see God’s grand design.

Secrets of the divine, for myself I wish to define

This is a mindless design, myself I further misalign.

Painful heart, tearful eyes, sigh of the morn, cry of the night

These are the lot of mine, and are favors that Thou assign.

Each moment my fantasies, my phantasm of Thee refine

How could I share my visions? With whom open this heart of mine?

Fragrance of oriental perfumes do not begin to approach

That aromatic breeze, that life-giving morning sign.

Hafiz’s poetic and playful words do not malign

Because I consider him an ardent lover of Thine.