Ghazal 133

Dervish laid a trap with slight of hands and trick of the eyes
With the help of this trickster merry-go-round mystifies.

Tricks of his fate will keep the rabbit in his hat
How can you trick those whom to secrets are wise?

Come hither wine-bearer, the Sufi's beautiful lover
Came with full grace, and evaded their many, many tries.

O minstrel, with what tune was inspired to head for Iraq
Longingly sang to return to the Arabian Hejaz?

Come O heart, let's commend ourselves unto the Lord
Keep from rolled up sleeve that outstretched arm belies.

Undeceived, whoever lost himself in compassion
In the Spirit of Love, his soul upward flies.

In the court of the Truth, at the time of our demise
Shame on he, who permissible never defies.

Where to now, O proud partridge, halt and pause
Your delusions, prayers of the pious cat, never ever identifies.

Hafiz, mad Dervishes upon the path, don't criticize
Freedom from false piety for eternity is our prize.