Persian poet and mystic (1325–1389)
Khwāja Shams-ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī (known by his pen name Hafez or Hāfiz) (1325/26–1389/90) was a Persian mystic poet.
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Native Name:
خواجه شمسالدین محمد حافظ شیرازی
Alternative Names:
of Shiraz Šams-al-Din Moḥammad
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Anacreon of Persia
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Khāja Shamsu Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī
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Shamsoddin Mohammad Hafez-e Shirazi
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Ḥāfeẓ
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Moḥammed Shams od-Dīn Ḥafeẓ
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Ḥāfiẓ
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Ḥāfiẓ Shīrāzī
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Shams al-Dīn Muḥammad Shīrāzī
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Shams-ud-Din Mohammed
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Moḥammed Šams al-Dīn Ḥafeẓ
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Hafiz
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Khafiz
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Hafis
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Haafiz
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Häfiz
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If It Is Not Too Dark Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.
Get some fresh air, try to smile.
Say something kind
To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.
Always exercise your heart’s knowing.
You might as well attempt something real
Along this path:
Take your spouse or lover into your arms
The way you did when you first met.
Let tenderness pour from your eyes
The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.
Play a game with some children.
Extend yourself to a friend.
Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants — Why not let them get drunk and wild!
Let’s toast
Every rung we’ve climbed on Evolution’s ladder.
Whisper, “I love you! I love you!”
To the whole mad world.
Let’s stop reading about God — We will never understand Him.
Jump to your feet, wave your fists,
Threaten and warn the whole Universe
That your heart can no longer live
Without real love!
The moon is most happy
When it is full.
And the sun always looks
Like a perfectly minted gold coin
That was just Polished
And placed in flight
By God’s playful Kiss.
And so many varieties of fruit
Hang plump and round
From branches that seem like a Sculptor’s hands.
I see the beautiful curve of a pregnant belly
Shaped by a soul within,
TROUBLED Troubled?
Then stay with me, for I’m not. Lonely?
A thousand naked amorous ones dwell in ancient caves
Beneath my eyelids. Riches?
Here’s a pick,
My whole body is an emerald that begs,
“Take me.” Write all that worries you on a piece of parchment;
Offer it to God.
Even from the distance of a millennium I can lean the flame in my heart
Into your life And turn
All that frightens you
Into holy
Incense
Ash.
Would You Think It Odd? Would you think it odd if Hafiz said,
“I am in love with every church
And mosque
And temple
And any kind of shrine
Because I know it is there
That people say the different names
Of the One God.”
Would you tell your friends
I was a bit strange if I admitted I am indeed in love with every mind
And heart and body.
O I am sincerely
Plumb crazy
About your every thought and yearning
And limb Because, my dear,
I know
That it is through these
That you search for Him.