<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518317" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ghazal 03</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole, <br>I'll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole.<br>O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens<br>By running brooks, in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll.<br>Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns, these agitators of our town<br>Took the patience of my heart, like looting Turks take their toll.<br>Such unfinished love as ours, the Beloved has no need,<br>For the Perfect Beauty, frills and adornments play no role.<br>I came to know Joseph's goodness, that daily would increase<br>Even the chaste Mistress succumbed to the love she would extol.<br>Whether profane or even cursed, I'll reply only in praise<br>Sweetness of tongue and the lips, even bitterness would enthrall.<br>Heed the advice of the wise, make your most endeared goal,<br>The fortunate blessed youth, listen to the old wise soul.<br>Tell tales of song and wine, seek not secrets of the world,<br>None has found and no-one will, knowledge leaves this riddle whole.<br>You composed poems and sang, Hafiz, you spent your days well<br>Venus wedded to your songs, in the firmaments' inverted bowl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Shahriar Shahriari<br>Los Angeles, Ca<br>October 18, 1999</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shams+al-Din+Hafiz">Shams al-Din Hafiz</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518317" data-title="Ghazal 03 de Shams al-Din Hafiz" data-description="That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole, I'll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole. O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens By running brooks, in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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