Ghazal 47

Whoever had found his way to the tavern's block Would have to be insane if on another door knock Fate never crowned any with drunkenness, except The one who considered this the highest luck. Whoever finds his way into the tavern From the bounty of the wine, temple's secrets unlock. He who read the secrets of this wine, Found the secrets in the dust upon which we walk. Only seek the obedience of the insane In our creed, logic and sanity we mock. My heart asked not for longevity of beauty Because sadly this is the way of the clock. From the pain of the fading morning star at dawn I cried so much that I saw the moon, though Venus my eyes struck. Who talks about the story of Hafiz and his cup? Why would the king know where the policemen flock? Praise the King who considers the nine heavens A mere crevice in His courtly block. Translated by: Shahriar Shahriari