Face hid in the clouds like a … (Hafiz Shirazi)

Face hid in the clouds like a fog made Me in love with you, you lifeless made. Oh, how I mucus at night in the silent solitude… You’re who again are playing? Who made you drunk? I embrace your worry again You’re heart is torn, my own Tulip did. After all, drunken eyes my mind poison hurt Like this isn’t beauty – grass dope did. Wine lisping stream, as tears through her sobs, – that you, my dear, with me Buster did! Fly, fly, breeze, bring me healing: One breath I would Khan have done. No, even the enemy did not do that with the soul Hafizova That scimitars of eyebrows, I swear on the Koran, did.Translated By I. Selvinsky