The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.

How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

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!

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.