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

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret

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!

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine...that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

I Have Learned so much from God That I can no longer call myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.