"Flee to the east,
Where the patriarchs breathe pure air,
Amongst love, wine and songs,
The spring of Chiser makes you young again.
In purity and justice,
I want to penetrate
The profound principle of the peoples,
When they still received from God
Celestial doctrine in earthly tongue,
Without having to rack their brains.
When fathers honored
And rejected foreign cults;
I want to enjoy the limits of youth;
The immense faith and the narrow thought,
As the word weighed then,
Because the spoken word was weighty.
I want to join those shepherds,
To quench my thirst at the oases,
To travel with the caravans
To trade shawls, coffee, moss.
I want to practice all the paths
That lead from the desert to the cities.
The arduous journey up and down cliffs,
Your songs, Hafis, comfort me,
When the guide, from his high seat on the mule,
Is seized by ecstasy
To awaken the stars
And frighten the bandits.
I think of you, sacred Hafis,
In taverns and baths,
When the veil lifts from the beauty
And the scent of amber rises from her hair.
May the poet’s whispers be love’s own
To make even the stones palpitate.
If they envy you
And try to narrow your spirit,
Know this: the words of poets
Hover near the gates of heaven
And knocking softly
Obtain eternal life.
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