Ghazal 360

If from this ruined house, homeward bound
And if I arrive there sane and sound

And from this journey, safely return
I promise to enter the first tavern on my round.

I will tell on this path what I found
To the temple I’ll dance, cup in hand, to harp’s sound.

If those upon the path speak of their heartache
Strangers to the path will not see my face frowned.

From now on my hands will only brush Beloved’s locks
My insane heart’s desires, my senses hound.

If I see the brow of my Beloved’s face
I will prostrate, and constantly kiss the ground.

Happy is the moment that like Hafiz with His help
We too are happily with Beloved homeward bound.