From the Old Magi I have a sac...

From the Old Magi I have a sacred oath and decree

Forbidden drinking wine, where Beloved will not be

I want to rend my shirt, what else to do with being fake?

Mean words are a torture that souls flee.

Unless Beloved's lips grant my wish and nurture mine

At the gate of the tavern I'll remain a refugee.

Has He forgotten my years of serving Him?

O morning breeze, remind Him, I plea.

Hundred years hence, if by chance you pass my grave

My decayed skeleton will dance with joy and much glee.

Beloved steals my heart with hundred hopes

Usually the great deliver on what they agree.

O bud, don't be upset with your fate and open up

Breath of morning breeze will refresh & set you free.

O heart, seek your healing some other way

For pain of Love, doctors have no remedy.

Seek the wisdom that you keep for ever more

Let others go for riches, fame and degree.

The path is tough, unless are touched by grace

From cursed Satan springs no gain for me.

Hafiz, thankfully face your poverty

Humble heart and sweet tongue is best for thee.