Tis writ on Paradise’s gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!
HAFEZTis writ on Paradise’s gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!
HAFEZDo not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.
HAFEZThe earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.
HAFEZThe beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this… and the Ocean does that.
HAFEZA poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.
HAFEZWords have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.
HAFEZThe reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.- Robert Frost Now that all your worry has proved such an unattractive business – why not find a better job?
HAFEZRemember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.
HAFEZEveryone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.
HAFEZThe heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
HAFEZYou ache with loneliness one night so much you weep and I say ‘here is a rope tie it around me Hafiz will be your companion for life’.
HAFEZHow Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.
HAFEZStart seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret.
HAFEZStay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
HAFEZListen; this world is the lunatic’s sphere , Don’t always agree it’s real, Even with my feet upon it And the postman knowing my door My address is somewhere else.
HAFEZI do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.
HAFEZ