Won a beauty contest and became a jewel
Set upon God’s right hand.
The earth agreed to be a toe ring on the
And has never regretted its decision.
The mountains got tired
Of sitting amongst a sleeping audience
And are now stretching their arms
Toward the Roof.
The clouds gave my soul an idea
So I pawned my gills
And rose like a winged diamond
Ever trying to be near
More love, more love
The Mountain got tired of sitting
Amongst a snoring crowd inside of me
And rose like a rip sun
Into my eye.
My soul gave my heart a brilliant idea
So Hāfez is rising like a
Khwāja Šamsu d-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī (“Hāfez of Persia”)
ca. 7th century a.h. / ca. 14th century a.d.