Pulling out the chair beneath your mind And watching you fall upon God What else is there for Hafiz to do that is any fun in this world!
Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.
Think of suffering as being washed.
Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.