For more about the mystic and poet Khwaja Shamsuddin Muhammed Hafiz of Shiraz, see this post.
My body’s dust is a veil
Spread out to hide
My soul – happy that moment when
It’s drawn aside.
To cage a songbird with so sweet
A voice is wrong –
I’ll fly to paradise’s garden
where I belong.
But why I’ve come and whence I came
Is all unclear –
Alas to know so little of
My being here!
How can I make my journey to
My heavenly home
When I’m confined and cramped within
This flesh and bone?
If my blood smells of longing, show no
Mine is the musk deer’s pain as he
Secretes his scent.
Don’t think my golden shirt is like
A candle’s light –
The true flame burns beneath my shirt,
Hidden from sight.
Come, and ensure Hafiz’s being
Will disappear –
Since You exist, no one will hear
Me say, ‘I’m here.’
Translation Dick Davies