When sorrows upon seekers hearts settle, will not rattle When beauty with comfort starts battle, will unsettle.
When to fate they submit their minds, themselves will bind Finally, when Beloveds beautiful curls find, put egos behind.
If they come to us a moment, and sit near, disappear yet when joy in their hearts will appear, becomes clear.
When laughter like red rubies to my eyes cling, my tears bring from my face, when hidden secretes spring, joyously they sing
. face early-risers they fear. The
healing balm of the pain of love is not easy for sure, and is pure Those who use their mind to find such a cure, many failure will endure
like Mansoor from the intention of those who take it away, they call it the door of Hafiz, those who climbed fortunes ladder wrung after wrung, were strung and hung And the ones who in praise sing Hafizs song, are thought wrong.
In this Hazrat (a.s.), those who are eager to be pampered are pampered with this pain, if they are imprisoned in this pain, those favored by this spirit, noble and pure, tempt and allure For loves pain if a cure they must secure, then failure will endure.
