Ghazal 282
Took away my serenity, patience and sense
My heavy hearted, fair faced, divine essence.
How lovely, nimble, handsome and majestic
Delicate, beautiful, and gowned with elegance.
From the heat of the fire of that love
Like a boiling pot, express my effervescence.
Like a shirt in comfort, hanging loose
If worn by beloved, and embraced tight and dense.
Even when my bones decompose and rot
My soul will hold that love in reverence.
My heart and soul put my heart and soul in suspense
Your beauty, your beauty, my only reference.
Your cure is your cure, Hafiz, your defense
Those sweet lips, those sweet lips, my sentence.
© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
April 6, 1999
From: Hafiz on Love