Ghazal 321

Though I am old and decrepit and weak
My youth returns to me every time your name I speak.

Thank God that whatever my heart ever desired
God gave me that, and more than I ever could seek.

O young flower, benefit from this bounty
In this garden I sing through a canary’s beak.

In my ignorance I roamed the world at first
In thy longing, I have become wise and meek.

Fate directs my path to the tavern, in life
Though many times I stepped from peak to peak.

I was blessed and inspired on the day
That at the abode of the Magi spent a week.

In the bounty of the world, await not your fate
I found the Beloved, when of wine began to reek.

From the time I was entrapped by thy eyes
I was saved from all traps and paths oblique.

The old me, befriended the unreliable moon
Passage of time is what makes me aged and weak.

Last night came good news that said, O Hafiz
I forgive all your errs, even though may be bleak.