Sunday, March 16, 2008

Ask Not

Ask not what sorrows for love I endure
Ask not of parting poisons that make me impure.

I have traveled the world and in the end
Ask not what lover I willingly allure.

Longing for a vision, at his door
Ask not of the tears that I pour.

With my own ears I heard his last night
Ask not of his words, harsh yet demure.

Bite not your upper lip and speak not
Ask not what sweet lips I may secure.

In my mendicant state without you
Ask not of my pain and need for a cure.

On the path of Love, Hafiz, lost & traceless
Ask not of my standing, high and pure.


... Hafiz of Shiraz

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