I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

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!

Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.