Ghazal 22

When you hear the lovers’ words, think them not a mistake
You don’t recognize these words, the error must be your take.

The here and hereafter cannot tame my spirit and soul
Praise God for all the intrigue in my mind that is at stake.

I know not who resides within my heart
Though I am silent, he must shake and quake.

My heart went through the veil, play a song
Hark, my fate, this music I must make.

I paid no heed, worldly affairs I forsake
It is for your beauty, beauty of the world I partake.

My heart is on fire, I am restless and awake
To the tavern to cure my hundred day headache.

My bleeding heart has left its mark in the temple
You have every right to wash my body in a wine lake.

In the abode of the Magi, I am welcome because
The fire that never dies, in my heart is awake.

What was the song the minstrel played?
My life is gone, but breathing, I still fake!

Within me last night, the voice of your love did break
Hafiz’s breast still quivers and shakes for your sake.