My eyes, weary of the world, see nothing but your face: Ghazal 70 by Hafez

By @hamed | poet: Hafez Shirazi | 3 4

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English Translation:

My eyes, weary of the world, see nothing but your face,
My wandering heart remembers none but you.

My tears tie the pilgrim's ihram around your sanctuary,
Though my broken heart's blood is not pure for a moment.

Bound by the snare and cage of the wind like a wild bird,
The bird of the celestial tree, even if it seeks you, is not a bird.

If a penniless lover offers their heart,
Don't blame them for not being able to pay cash for their soul.

Eventually, whoever is not lacking in determination to seek you
Will reach that lofty cypress.

I will never speak of the life-giving breath of Jesus,
For no one is as skilled as your lips in animating the spirit.

I who do not sigh in the fire of my longing for you,
How can it be said that my heart is patient with this wound?

The first day I saw your flowing locks, I said,
That the disorder of this chain will never end.

It's not only Hafez's heart that is tied to your connection,
Who is there whose heart doesn't remember your bond?