Mah Chehre, A Persian Beauty

Mah Chehre, A Persian Beauty A rose that isn’t the Beloved’s face is worthless; A spring that is not made of wine is worthless too. The fences around the fields and the breeze blowing in gardens Without the Beloved’s tulip cheek are worth nothing and without grace. What use are sugary lips and roses that look like God, Without His kiss or smothering embrace? The dance of the swaying cypress and the rapture of the rose, Without the nightingale’s songs, are worthless. O gardener, every picture that the hands of intellect have drawn Is useless unless they have traced Your face. So, if you are drinking wine or sitting in the garden with roses Instead of seeking the Beloved, then you are wasting time. Hafez, your life is nothing more than a tarnished old coin, Traded again and again for others to deface. Don’t you have Something better you can do? - Hafez