For years, to the red wine, my heart was bound
The Tavern became alive with my prayer and my sound.
See the Old Magi's goodness, with us, the drunks,
Saw whatever we did, in everyone beauty had found.
Wash away all our knowledge with red wine,
Firmaments, themselves, the knowing minds hound.
Seek that from idols, O knowing heart,
Said the one whose insights, his knowledge crowned.
My heart, like a compass, goes round and round,
I'm lost in that circle, with foot firmly on the ground.
Minstrel did what he did from pain of Love,
Lashes of wise-of-the-world in their bloody tears have drowned.
With joy my heart bloomed, like that flower by the stream
Under the shade of that tall spruce, myself, I found.
My colorful wise Master, in my dealings with the black robes,
My meanness checked and bound, else my stories would astound.
Hafiz's cloudy heart in this trade was not spent,
This merchant saw and heard every hidden sight and sound.
© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
October 22, 1999
سالها دفـتر ما در گرو صـهـبا بود
رونـق میکده از درس و دعای ما بود
نیکی پیر مغان بین که چو ما بدمـسـتان
هر چـه کردیم به چشم کرمـش زیبا بود
دفـتر دانـش ما جملـه بشویید بـه می
کـه فـلـک دیدم و در قـصد دل دانا بود
از بتان آن طلب ار حسن شـناسی ای دل
کاین کـسی گفت که در علم نـظر بینا بود
دل چو پرگار بـه هر سو دورانی میکرد
و اندر آن دایره سرگـشـتـه پابرجا بود
مـطرب از درد محبت عملی میپرداخـت
کـه حـکیمان جـهان را مژه خون پالا بود
میشکفتم ز طرب زان که چو گل بر لب جوی
بر سرم سایه آن سرو سـهی بالا بود
پیر گـلرنـگ مـن اندر حـق ازرق پوشان
رخصـت خـبـث نداد ار نه حکایتها بود
قـلـب اندوده حافـظ بر او خرج نـشد
کاین معامـل به همه عیب نـهان بینا بود