Playing The Game

Hey, Winebringer, bring us some more wine!
Your love at first seemed easy, but now problems have come our way.

Finally I can feel some wind that smells like Your musky hair,
But all that does for my heart is to clot my blood.

Can vagrants like us be happy in Your house,
When each hour a bell rings signalling the end of our stay?

Just say the word and I’ll dye my prayer mat the color of wine;
I know how to play this game.

How can those who have died and left us
Know our fear of tidal waves, whirlpools, or the dark night?

By following this path to God, my work has been judged worthless.
How can I keep my love a secret when it’s as plain as day?

Hafiz, when you go to the Beloved’s house to visit, say goodbye to the world.

If it is the Divine Presence you desire, then you must be prepared to stay!