Why complain about life
If you are looking for good fish
And have followed some idiot
Into the middle of the copper market?
Why go crazy
If you are looking for fine silk
And you keep rubbing your hands
Against burlap and hemp sacks?
If your heart really needs to touch
A face that is filled with abundance
Then why didn’t you come
To this old man sooner?
For my cheek is
The universe’s cloister
And if you can make your prayers
Sweet enough tonight
Then Hafiz will lean over
And offer you all the warmth in my body
In case God is busy
Doing something else somewhere.
Why complain if you are looking
To quench your spirit’s longing
And have followed a rat into a desert.
If your soul really needs to touch a face
That is always filled with compassion
And tenderness then why,
Why my dear
Did you not come
to your friend Hafiz sooner?
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