At the break of dawn from sorrows I was saved
In the dark night of the Soul, drank the elixir I craved.
Ecstatic, my soul was radiant, bright,
Sanctified cup of my life, drunk I behaved.
O, what exalted sunrise, what glorious night
That holy night, to the New Life was enslaved.
From now on, in the mirror, O what a sight
The mirror, glory of my soul, proclaimed and raved.
Wonder not if I am bathed in hearts delight
I deserved and was given, though may have seemed depraved.
Angelic voice brought news of my God-given right
My patience is the fruit of hardships that I braved.
Sweet nectar drips from my lips, as my words take their flight
Beloved, my sweetheart, upon my soul patiently had engraved.
T was Hafiz, divinely inspired that I attained such height
It was Gods mercy that times sorrows for me waived.
© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
March 28, 1999
دوش وقـت سحر از غصه نجاتـم دادند
واندر آن ظلمت شـب آب حیاتـم دادند
بیخود از شعشـعـه پرتو ذاتـم کردند
باده از جام تـجـلی صـفاتـم دادند
چه مبارک سحری بود و چه فرخنده شبی
آن شـب قدر که این تازه براتـم دادند
بـعد از این روی من و آینه وصف جـمال
کـه در آن جا خبر از جلوه ذاتـم دادند
من اگر کامروا گشتم و خوشدل چه عجب
مستـحـق بودم و اینها به زکاتم دادند
هاتـف آن روز به من مژده این دولت داد
کـه بدان جور و جفا صبر و ثباتـم دادند
این همه شهد و شکر کز سخنم میریزد
اجر صبریسـت کز آن شاخ نباتـم دادند
همـت حافـظ و انفاس سحرخیزان بود
کـه ز بـند غـم ایام نـجاتـم دادند