Hafiz Poems

Playing The Game

Punishment

Hope

Learning To Fly

Ghazal 254

Ghazal 270

Ghazal 279

Ghazal 282

Ghazal 295

 

 

 

 

Learning to Fly

I travelled a thousand miles to see a therapist about my pain:
After months of tests and listening, he didn’t have a clue.

The only thing he said that was intelligent was
That the turquoise ring on my finger was blue.

It’s a shame that there is so much ignorance in the world
Among those who think they are always right.

Hafiz, now that you’ve travelled and heard the yelps of the world and all

Its strutting birds, go back to the Falconer and be His bird, and fly!

 

From: Drunk on the Wine of the Beloved
Translations by Thomas Rain Crowe
Published by Shambhala