Heart-Stolen Doe

The doe that stole the heart runs, not hearing the call, -
No matter how I pray: "Stop it!" - I'm ready to rush away again.

The soul, like a bird, tears away from the cramped cage of flesh,
She takes off day and night over the birder's house.

May the power of an imperious heart be merciful
I am glad to fall before you, swallowing in the dust again.

The soul of a lover is pure, it is alien to the worldly:
The raven is no match for the falcon - after all, he does not eat rotten.

And if the beloved sent arrows of a hundred adversity,
The lover will bear all troubles, no matter how severe the torment.

You ask to sing Hafiz only in the dialect of the Turks -
Hafiz of Shiraz sang a different word in Farsi!

Hafiz Khorezmi