Because the Woman I love lives Inside of you, I lean as close to your body with my words As I can-- And I think of you all the time, dear pilgrim. Because the One I love goes with you Wherever you go, Hafiz will always be near. If you sat before me, wayfarer, With your aura bright from your many Charms, My lips could resist rushing to you and needing To befriend your blushed cheek, But my eyes can no longer hide The wondrous fact of who You Really are. The Beautiful One whom I adore Has pitched His royal tent inside of you, So I will always lean my heart As close to your soul As I can.
My phoenix long ago secured His nest in sky-vault's cope; In the body's cage immured, He is weary of life's hope. Round and round this heap of ashes Now flies the bird amain, But in that odorous niche of heaven Nestles the bird again. Once flies he upward, he will perch On Tuba's golden bough: His home is on that fruited arch Which cools the blest below. If over this world of ours His wings my phoenix spread, How gracious falls on land and sea The soul-refreshing shade! Either world inhabits he, Sees oft below him planets roll; His body is all of air compact, Of Allah's love his soul.