I long for a kind sentiment fr...

I long for a kind sentiment from the Friend

I’ve sinned and hope for Her pardon in the end.

I know She will overlook my crimes, though she is

Beautiful-faced, on her angelic nature I can depend.

I cried such that whomever passed me by

Was in awe of the stream of my tears descend.

Naught is that mouth there, of it I see no sign

And there is that fair hair, yet knowing transcends.

I see her image in my mind and can’t wash out

In spite of all the tears that my eyes spend.

With no talk of your hair, my heart is just dead.

With your enchanting hair, which talk can I defend?

A life time has passed since I smelled your hair

That aroma, in the nose of my heart has since remained.

Hafiz your perturbed state is bad, yet

Perturbation over Beloved’s hair is a good trend.