English version:

 

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The Peacock

 

Until your hair falls through the fingers of the breeze

My yearning heart lies torn apart with grief

 Black as sorcery, your magic eyes

Render this existence an illusion

 The dusky mole encircled by your curls

Is like the ink-drop falling in the curve of the jeem (ج)

 And wafting tresses in the perfect garden of your face,

Drop like a peacock falling into paradise

My soul searches for the comfort of a glance

Light as the dust arising from your path

Unlike the dust, this earthly body stumbles,

Falling at your threshold, falling fast

Your shadow falls across my frame

Like the breath of Jesus over withered bones

And those who turn to the Ka’aba as their sanctuary

Now with the knowledge of your lips, tumble at the tavern door

 O precious love, the suffering of your absence and lost Hafez

Fell and fused together with the ancient past

 

The Fish

When my beloved offers the cup

Graven idols are crushed

 And those who gaze into that intoxicating eye

Cry out for the police

 I plunge into the ocean like a fish

Craving the beloved’s hook

 I fall pleading at those feet

In hope of a helping hand.

 Happy is the heart who like Hafez

Is drunk with the wine of pre-eternity

 

 

 

modified from Jila Peacock’s Ten Poems form Hafez. Sylph Editions, 2006