If it be yea, I shall be fain; If it be nay, friends as before; Ye shall another man obtain, And I mine own and yours no more. ––Sir Thomas Wyatt🥂

O Soul! Hear the counsel, for, dearer than the soul, Hold happy youths the counsel of the wise old man. Hafez! if thou desire the presence from Him be not absent: When thou visitest thy Beloved, abandon the world; and let it go. ––Hafez Sherazi ⏱️🌙🌷🧡

From my eye, Thy image departed; and said: “Alas, inhabited, this corner hath remained not.” Union with Thee kept death from my head: Now, from the fortune of separation from Thee, far, it hath remained not. —Hafez All those places to visit with thee, but thou hast remained not.

He is gone! To him, be the time of union a pleasant memory. Gone is that glance, where? and that reproof, where? O friend! from Hafez seek neither ease nor patience: Ease, what? Patience, what? Sleep, where? —Hafez Sherazi ⏱️🌙🌷🧡

O generous one! in thanks for thy own safety One day, make inquiry of the welfare of the foodless darvish. The ease of two worlds is the explanation of these two words: With friends, kindness; with enemies, courtesy. ––Hafez Sherazi⏱️🌙🌷🧡

By beauty of disposition, people of vision one can captivate: Not by snare and net, take they the wise bird. I know not why the colour of constancy, they have not Those straight of stature, dark of eye, moon of face. ––Hafez Sherazi⏱️🌙🌷🧡

We are boat-stranded ones! O fair breeze! arise: It may be that, again, we may behold the face of the Beloved. Don’t rebel, due to defiance thou burnt like candle, Darling in whose hands granite is like wax soft. ––Hafez Sherazi⏱️🌙🌷🧡

All night, in this hope I am that the breeze of dawn, With the message of lovers, will cherish the lover. O Beloved! what is the tumult that to lovers thou displayedest Thy face like the gleaming moon, Thy stature like the heart-ravishing cypress? —Hafez Shirazi⏱️🌙🌷🧡

Lonely roads to the moon; thy heart holds a reign, Dancing aurora lit up thy eyes; my heart to drown. ––pb✍🌙🧡

At times, I find humor in the feelings of helplessness. It is said that laughter can alleviate even the deepest pain. 🥂

A vibrant hue of the golden hour spread over the valley and horizon, Sun-kissed eyes bestow their charm; this heart skips a beat and lives a thousand lives. ––pb✍🏼⏱️🌙🌷

باغبانا ، ز خزان بيخبرت می بینم ..... O' Gardener, I notice you're blissfully lost in your work, completely oblivious to the whispers of autumn surrounding you... 🍁

The smoke of the sigh of my burning heart, Consumed these immature ones. Glad is my heart with a heart’s ease, Who, from my heart, once took ease. Hafez! day and night, be patient, in adversity: So that, in the end, thou mayst, one day, gain thy desire. — Hafez ⏱️🌙🌷

Mistake not, sweet sceptic, the cause of emotion, No doubt can the mind of your lover invade; He worships each look with such faithful devotion, A smile can enchant, or a tear can dissuade. — Lord Byron⏱️🌙🌷🧡

Corcumstances change perceptions. —pb✍🏼⏱️

Past midnight October 1st, and it is 0°C now.

O breeze! if thou pass by the rose-bed of beloved ones, Take care! present to the beloved the message of ours. From thy memory, our name why purposely takest thou? Itself cometh, when cometh no recollection of ours. –– Hafez⏱️🌙🌷🧡

O! the splendour of the moon-beauty from the illumined face of Thine! The lustre of beauteousness from the chin-dimple of Thine! My soul at the lip desireth the sight of Thee: Back it goeth; forth, it cometh; what order is Thine? –– Hafez ⏱️🌙🧡🥂

That eye of intoxication struck the path of the lover’s heart: From this way, ‘tis manifest that wine is intoxicated of thee. Hafez is not a slave who fleeth from his master, Show a little kindness; come back; for I am ruined through reproach of thee. –– Hafez⏱️🌙🧡🥂

In astonishment, I am that, at this period of time of separation, Thou tookest up thy heart from the companions; and he gave thee his heart. In the foot of thy arrival, is the joy of the people of the assembly Griefs place be every heart that joy wisheth thee not! —Hafez⏱️🌙🌷🧡

The cup, and the minstrel, and the rose, all are ready. But, ease without the Beloved is not attainable. The Beloved is where? Hafez! grieve not of the autumn wind in the sward of the world: Exercise reasonable thought. The rose without the thorn is where? — Hafez ⏱️🌙🌷🧡