Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

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!

Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.

We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.

An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.