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Hafez (also known as Hafiz), born in the early fourteenth century, is one of the most celebrated Persian poets. Little is known about his life, but he is most widely known and lauded for his ghazals. He died in 1390.

The Woman I Love


      Because the Woman I love lives
                  Inside of you,

   I lean as close to your body with my words
                  As I can--

   And I think of you all the time, dear pilgrim.

     Because the One I love goes with you
            Wherever you go,
         Hafiz will always be near.

       If you sat before me, wayfarer,
     With your aura bright from your many
                  Charms,

My lips could resist rushing to you and needing
       To befriend your blushed cheek,

       But my eyes can no longer hide
         The wondrous fact of who 
            You Really are.

       The Beautiful One whom I adore
  Has pitched His royal tent inside of you,

       So I will always lean my heart 
         As close to your soul
                  As I can.

"The Woman I Love" by Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky from The Subject Tonight is Love by Daniel Ladinsky, published by Penguin Compass. Copyright © 2003 by Daniel Ladinsky. All rights reserved

"The Woman I Love" by Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky from The Subject Tonight is Love by Daniel Ladinsky, published by Penguin Compass. Copyright © 2003 by Daniel Ladinsky. All rights reserved

Hafez

Hafez (also known as Hafiz), born in the early fourteenth century, is one of the most celebrated Persian poets. Little is known about his life, but he is most widely known and lauded for his ghazals. He died in 1390.

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This

Union you want

With the earth and sky,

This union we all need with love,

A golden wing from God’s heart just

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Out

Of a great need

We are all holding hands

And climbing.

Not loving is a letting go.

Listen,

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See how the roses burn!
   Bring wine to quench the fire!
Alas! the flames come up with us,—
   We perish with desire.