Hafiz
Ghazal 36, A Rest From Both Worlds
Go and mind your own business, preacher!
What's all this ado?
My heart has left your pious path,
but what is it to you?
Until his lips have played me like
the flute I love to hear,
The world's advice will just be wind
blustering in my ear.
Within his bodied being, which God
created out of naught
Is a crux that nobody in all
creation can unknot.
A beggar in your street disdains
eight heavens, undistressed.
The captive in your locks is free
of this world and the next,
And even though I've fallen wasted,
drunk on my love for you,
My being, built upon that waste,
will stand forever true.
Oh heart, do not bewail the Friend's
injustice and cruel whim,
The fate the Friend has given you
is just for you from him.
Go! No more cant or incantation.
Enough of the tales you tell.
I've heard those tales and spells before.
I know them all too well.