Ghazal 177

Not every painted face has charm
Not every mirror maker, Alexander can disarm

Not everyone upon a throne who puts on a crown
Knows the ways of ruling over farm and town.

Like beggars serve not for the alms
Master keeps his servants in good form.

I submit to the will of the weal maker,
Alchemist beggar, lead into gold can transform.

Faith and loyalty are good, if you can learn
Else you must weather tyranny’s storm.

I was brokenhearted and still unaware;
For children of men, angel is the norm.

A point much finer than a strand of hair,
The unshaven hair is not a Dervish’s uniform.

All the world revolves around your mole
It takes a gem to know a gem, a worm, a worm.

Whoever charismatically becomes the king
Will rule the world if with fairness keep away harm.

The poetry of Hafiz can only inform
He whose heart and speech is kind and warm.