translated by Michael Sells
The breath of the morning breeze
will fall, fragrant of musk
The world grown old
will be young again
The rosebud will give to the lily
its crimson cup, the narcissus
to the anemone
black fire
If you put off for tomorrow, heart,
the joy of today
Who will secure you the funds
for the fidelity trust of the day after?
If I stumble from mosque to tavern,
don't complain
Long is the council of admonition,
Time there will be.
To this plane of existence, for you alone,
Hafez comes
Set your foot to dance him farewell
He’ll soon be on his way
Previous submissions from Michael Sells:
No comments:
Post a Comment