Happy days were when your hand was by my side,
         Signs of your love, my features beautified.
Happy days were when your words crucified,
         Then my soul resurrected, upward glide.
Happy days were when the wine, we glorified,
         God was with me while by my side was my bride.
Happy days were when your candle was my guide,
         And my heart, like a moth, your flames would ride.
Happy days were when amidst knowledge and pride
         The drunken laughter was dignified.
Happy days were when we drank from the cup in our stride,
         And told tales of the things that we tried.
Happy days were when Beloved would decide,
         On the sun and moon, in service, relied.
Happy days in the tavern I would abide
         Saw the things that from the temple would hide.
Happy days were when your signal verified;
         Made the crooked straight, Hafiz, narrow, wide. 

On the pulpit, preachers, goodness display
Yet in private, they have a different way.
I have a question to ask of the learned in our midst
Why Confession-Priests, their own repentance delay.
Perhaps they don"t believe in Judgement Day
They deceive, and to appease God, they pray.
May these New Masters, God, find their stay
And from slaves and mules not turn away.
Church-beggar, go to the abode of the Magi
Drink the water that strength of heart convey.
His endless goodness, many lovers slay
Lovers from the void, rise up and play.
In Love"s Tavern, the Angelic array,
Ferment our soul"s grape, knead our clay.
Heavenly music at break of the day
As if Angels sing Hafiz"s songs, and sway. 

I said, when will your lips mine satisfy?
You said, with your wishes I"ll comply.
I said, your lips demand a price so high,
You said, your profits will multiply.
I said, who found you while only on himself rely?
You said, there are very few who even try.
I said, leave the idols, choose the one that won"t die;
You said, for lovers, love to all will apply.
I said, the tavern drowns my every sigh;
You said, happy is the one who makes sorrows fly.
I said, in my creed, the way of wine must defy;
You said, this is the way of the creed of the old Magi.
I said, what use the wine, for one as old as I?
You said, it wets your spring of youth, which has gone dry.
I said, when will the master beside his bride lie?
You said, when the conjunction of moon and Jupiter is nigh.
I said, your praise is Hafiz"s ceaseless cry,You said, this is the song of the angels in the sky. 

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When sweethearts with such charm lovers cajole,
In believers" faith they will poke a hole.
Wherever a flower begins to bloom,
Eyeballs inside the head begin to roll.
O handsome and young man of tall stature
Play the ball before you are a bat or pole.
The lovers choose and act without control,
You the playwright, and lovers play their role.
Beside the bloody tears that eyes shed
Pales even the thundercloud"s heavy toll.
When my love begins to sing, that song and sound
Angels in the heavens clap and extol.
Heartbroken, tearful eyes, I long for thee,
Why such cruelty must endure the soul?
Leave sorrows behind, listen to your heart,
Then separation becomes a mere droll.
In the darkness of the night, Hafiz, stroll,
Let the bright light of the morn become your goal. 

Those who turn lead into gold
Will they ever our sight behold?
I hide my ills from false physicians
May my cure come from the invisible fold.
When beloved reveals a glimpse
Many tales by many are told.
Salvation is not in piety,
The deed for its own sake should unfold.
Be fair with my increasing love
Let not others mock me and scold.
Behind the veil, many schemes remain,
After unveiling, how will they be sold?
Heartwarming tales of lovers in this world
Warm even the hearts that may be ice cold.
Drinking the forbidden wine with sincerity
Surpass the moral rules we pretend to uphold.
The shirt that carried Joseph’s scent,
His brothers would gladly have sold.
Come, show yourself in the tavern
To the servants whom your passage extolled.
Keep jealous eyes away, because the good
For God’s sake, choose the good and bold.
Hafiz, sustained union cannot be cajoled;
Kings in the marketplace rarely strolled.

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When sorrows upon seekers" hearts settle, will not rattle
When beauty with comfort starts battle, will unsettle.

When to fate they submit their mind, themselves will bind
Finally, when Beloved"s beautiful curls find, put egos behind.

If they come to us a moment, and sit near, disappear
Yet when joy in their hearts will appear, becomes clear.

If they understand that a lonely tear is but a gem that is dear
With a love so sincere, face early-risers they fear.

When laughter like red rubies to my eyes cling, my tears bring
From my face, when hidden secretes spring, joyously they sing.

The healing balm of the pain of love is not easy for sure, and is pure
Those who use their mind to find such a cure, many failure will endure

Those who climbed fortune"s ladder wrung after wrung, were strung and hung
And the ones who in praise sing Hafiz"s song, are thought wrong.

Those favored by this spirit, noble and pure, tempt and allure
For love"s pain if a cure they must secure, then failure will endure.

At the gates of the tavern I saw the angels knock
Kneaded this clay we call human, and made it talk.

The residents of the Celestial Court and the heavenly bloc
Drank from the Wine of Love, with me, upon our common walk.

The earth and the skies could not keep this trust of the clock
Yet the poor insane me was stuck with such tough luck.

People find good reason for the wars in which they are stuck
Since Truth they cannot see, to fantasies they would flock.

In our midst, thank God, the dogs of war are put in chain and lock
The angels gratefully drink, gracefully dance, from block to block.

Fire is not a flickering glow that a candle flame would mock
Fire is the flame of a heap of moths that lightning has just struck.

None like Hafiz, the mask of deceitful intellect can pluck
Till the hair of Bride of Verses was brushed lock after lock

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