Tell me of my friend, my messe...

Tell me of my friend, my messenger of the

Right

Tell the nightingale of the flower's condition & plight.

In the gathering of lovers, we are trusted, fear not

With trusted friends, speak of friendship's delight.

My head was agitated such with her fragrant hair

For God's sake, why the fire in my head thus ignite?

To those who say the dust of friend's home is vile

Say, speak of this while examining my eye-sight.

And to the ones who forbid the tavern and wine

Say, in my Master's presence speak not of your spite

And if anyone else, in your presence speaks

Tell them to pause for your prayerful respite.

Though I am a sinner, judge me not by my sins

You be the King & I, the mendicant, contrite.

To this poor man tell the tale of generous ones

With this beggar speak only of kingly might.

I sacrifice my life in the trap of your hair

O morning breeze speak of the stranger in the night.

The tale of the Knower, the Wise, nourishes the soul

Ask secrets of Him, and with your stories excite.

If to His feast, Hafiz, they would invite

Drink wine & throw away every deceitful rite.