That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole,
I'll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole.
O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens
By running brooks, in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll.
Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns, these agitators of our town
Took the patience of my heart, like looting Turks take their toll.
Such unfinished love as ours, the Beloved has no need,
For the Perfect Beauty, frills and adornments play no role.
I came to know Joseph's goodness, that daily would increase
Even the chaste Mistress succumbed to the love she would extol.
Whether profane or even cursed, I'll reply only in praise
Sweetness of tongue and the lips, even bitterness would enthrall.
Heed the advice of the wise, make your most endeared goal,
The fortunate blessed youth, listen to the old wise soul.
Tell tales of song and wine, seek not secrets of the world,
None has found and no-one will, knowledge leaves this riddle whole.
You composed poems and sang, Hafiz, you spent your days well
Venus wedded to your songs, in the firmaments' inverted bowl.
© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
October 18, 1999
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From guest Elia Abdul( From Afghanistan) (contact)
That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole... I'll give heart, mind & soul for her Hindo beauty mole ...If I give, I give from my own heart & soul ... Not like that Hafiz of Shiraz, others country, land & soil (I know this in Persian so I changed that to English hope you like it,I love Hafiz and his poems). -
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From guest Elia Abdul( From Afghanistan) (contact)
That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took and my heart stole I'll give heart & mind & soul for her Hindo beauty mole If I give, I give from my own heart & soul Not like that Hafiz of Shiraz, others country, land & soil I know this in Persian so I changed that to English hope you like it,I love Hafiz and his poems. -
I am not very familiar with this style of poetry, however, it appears the 'old wise soul' is giving advice to a youth regarding love. He seems to say that human love is fleeting and only leaves one confused, as with a riddle. It seems to be a drunken regret-filled reminiscence of lost love and unfulfilled dreams. It is more of a story than a poem to my mind, but an interesting read, none-the-less. Peace, Rhonda
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