path of love

Whispers of fragrant breeze

O beautiful wine-bearer, bring forth the cup and put it to my lips
Path of love seemed easy at first, what came was many hardships.

With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks
The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips.

In the house of my Beloved, how can I enjoy the feast
Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips.

With wine color your robe, one of the old Magi’s best tips
Trust in this traveler’s tips, who knows of many paths and trips.

The dark midnight, fearful waves, and the tempestuous whirlpool
How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships.

I followed my own path of love, and now I am in bad repute
How can a secret remain veiled, if from every tongue it drips?

If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself…

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