Ghazal 418

If arrows fly
Down from the sky
We submit and lie
Looking up, on high

Virtue, goodness, piety
We know in variety
Yet it's impropriety
To ask our fate why

The elders we knew
Are only a few
Wine is overdue
Else silently sigh

I am the mad lover
In flower fields I hover
Repent & my sins uncover
God forbid I lie

Your kindness and care
With me did not share
Mirror hid its glare
Now I sigh & cry

Patiently forbear
The life that is there
I wish to declare
For union I die

Hafiz don't complain
For union try
Put up with the pain
Whenever it comes by