Don’t separate from me..............

Don’t separate from me, thou dearer than my eyes

Solace to my soul, calmer of my heart’s cries.

Lovers cannot reach the hem of His shirt

Their shirt of patience, with shreds dignifies.

Let not your fate and lot, mishaps for you devise

In ravishing the hearts, you win the highest prize.

O preacher of creed, you forbid me this love

I forgive your errs, you have not seen the Wise.

Why would the Beloved, Hafiz criticize

Exceeding the bound, ardently denies

© Shahriar Shahriari,Los Angeles, CaA,pril 6, 1999

O heart, the pain of love burned ..........

O heart, the pain of love burned once again

Beloved departed and drove the lover insane.

O flowers, you played your magic tricks

Alas that the drunk the sober shall reign.

My tears were my friends, since Beloved stayed away

My unkind fate from helping would refrain.

At dawn Beloved's house's bright glow

The lover's wounded heart would strain and pain.

O bearer give me a cup, since the hidden hand that writes

Has plans, access to which nobody can gain.

The artist of firmaments, earth and spheres

Nobody knows what plans it would feign.

Burning love, Hafiz's heart would entertain

Beloved from old times this poor lover has slain.

© Shahriar Shahriari,Los Angeles, Ca,January 20, 2000